Did you hear me?

The man with no name

I saw a man begging on a busy city street,

He had holes in the soles of the shoes on his feet.

The coat on his back was no more than a rag,

He kept the courage he had in a brown paper bag.

He had troubles untold and could be insane,

I thought of him as The Man With No Name.

His mind was addled and he seldom would speak,

While he begged on the corner eight days a week.

The lines etched on his face told of bad choices,

Inside his head were loud angry voices.

From out of nowhere the demons all came,

To haunt the poor Man who had no name.

There were tracks on his arms where he poisoned his veins,

But the drugs that he loved ate holes in his brains.

Our eyes met briefly, every man should have a heart,

We were side by side yet so far apart.

There had to be a reason or someone to blame,

For the misery consuming The Man With No Name.

Then came the day when the corner was bare,

The Man With No Name was no longer there.

That night I wondered when I should have slept,

About The Man With No Name and the secrets he kept.

I guess the ill winds of fate had blown out the flame,

That made life Hell for The Man With No Name.