Cold and Alone

This is just a short poem I have written about the plights of the homeless. Although parallels could be drawn to the way a lot of people live their life closed off alone to the world. After rereading i actually added the last verse i was going to leave it at two and have him die in the end though i thought the connection with everyone, I had to add to it.

He now hears the chimes, he counts down the clock

Now is the times, where people refuse to stop

Walk past, walk fast, no one's hear to help

A crying man, a dieing man, is loosing his health

Cold, alone, faced with life on the streets

Matches and blankets his only source of heat

A man left to rot, frozen and wasted in the cold

Now sleep my man sleep, and awaken no more

You may think of the homeless, as did I once to

But a second look and it could mean me or you

Do some of us not shut ourselves off, live within our own

A house is a house, until we open the doors, then it is a home