Just another passing day

Another

Dark colors with dark chocolates and dark eyes wandering around with dark souls,
Memories boards off and leaves them leaving with bloodshot eyes,
Empty beer cans all over the place,
A lover of wine, the sweeter things in life,
Scars all over the skin,
Rolling joints with loud sighs and empty fridge with leftover pizzas,
Smokes another and another wishing for an easy escape,
That's what the society thought about the man begging in the corner of the street,
Always collected the cash and brought food for all the homeless people,
The sweeter things in life was seeing the homeless people's smiles and happiness flowing,
Too broke to spend for any and collects coin by coin in empty beer cans picked from outside bars,
Never was a fan of alcohol but the society had a different story to tell;

               - A.W