He sits outside a cafe; a cup in hand,
He sits outside because he can't pay,
His clothes are torn and is covered with sand,
Watches the people passing but has nothing to say.
Looked down upon he moves on,
He moves ahead but never looks back,
Someone once called him a con,
His only mistake he is not a rich man's son.
He walks on in silence,
His story untold,
It's perfect loneliness,
It's perfect loneliness he courts.
He knows to walk the distance,
With each passing day he knows he's turning old,
Yet it's perfect loneliness,
Perfect loneliness he sports.
Nobody to talk,
Nobody to share,
Nobody to even help him walk,
Wherever he goes they just stare and glare.
The night brings chills,
He has faced them before,
Got no place for night; he sleeps by the kilns,
Now he sleeps by the kilns because he's poor.
He walks on in silence,
His story untold,
It's perfect loneliness,
It's perfect loneliness he courts.
He knows to walk the distance,
With each passing day he knows he's turning old,
Yet it's perfect loneliness,
Perfect loneliness he sports.
Why don't you see that he's a human too?
Why don't you feel his pain or hear him scream?
You don't have a clue; the days are few,
The more you insult them the more you blaspheme.
The wheels of Fortune,
They turn everyday,
Your time too is coming; and coming too soon,
Take a stand before it turns your world Grey.
And he walks on in silence,
With each passing day he knows he's turning old,
It's perfect loneliness,
Oh yeah it's perfect loneliness he courts.
He knows to walk the distance,
His story untold,
Yet it's perfect loneliness,
O the perfect loneliness that he chose to sport,
Perfect Loneliness is all he courts.
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Versed with Life
PoesiaThis book contains a collection of twenty poems dealing with the essence of life. My poems in this book depict the lessons life demonstrates in front of our eyes but which we either fail to perceive or choose to ignore. Jacky Robinson rightly said...
