Old Homeless Man in the Alley

Sitting in the wings of the city waiting for an elusive cue
Wondering if it will ever come
Listening to the passers-by as they trudge through their daily do
Making me wish I still had a home

But that was yesterday
And tomorrow seems so far away

There once was a day when you would have thought I had it made
Before the rug was pulled from under
It happened in the blink of an eye like a car crashing through a parade
All that I had soon after plundered

Sheltered in a beat up car
Wondering where my so-called friends are

Struggling now from day to day just hoping for that lucky break
That will put me again on my feet
Youthfulness can do more for less with more profit for the top to make
Dumping old garbage like me on the street

I know not what’s in store
I wonder what’s left worth living for

Copyright © 2015 Mr. Flying Pig

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