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MAN ALONE

Poetry By: Luvving
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A man who calls himself a loner, but can you see "help me", in his eyes?


Submitted:Jul 21, 2012    Reads: 10    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Man Alone Saw a man, he walked alone, talking to himself in a very low tone I stopped him on the quiet road, asked him about his health, his load. He said he was a loner, nowhere to rest his head; aint no one care about him. He takes care of himself. We sat down on a wall, it was cold but we just talked Telling me his life story, how as a boy his mother walked Out. Then he watched his father take to drink, and was never Around. . . . . That's how he became a loner, walking the streets, from town to town. He said he sang in ale houses, his voice was velvet smooth He worked on many cruise ships, but work dried up there too He romanced many women, but chose to stay with none So back to the streets when his money ran out, alone in the world he roamed. We talked about the future and what he hoped to achieve He was all of sixty - six years old, though he looked eighty Three. Knowing of his family history, deep down I empathised Though he stressed he was a loner, I saw "help me", in his Eyes! By Luvving




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