AN UNKOWN MAN
Thea's a man I see day to dayLooks rough , drinks when he can
As much as he can
Cloths seen better days
Torn , frayed , tatted , dirty
Cigaret burns on his trousers
Smelly
Scalp and face, cuts and scratches
Showing to the world that decides
Not to see
Life not been kind to him
Life been treats him badly
I say hello , when I see him in the town
Acknowledge the man with no name
We exchange smiles , a few words
Last Christmas , I gave a fiver to a church
So 'he'd have a hot Christmas dinner
And some company
Two weeks later I saw him , ask him how did dinner go
He did not know a dinner had been waiting for him
No one had told him , I'd not seen him
Anyway he'd gone to the Sally Ann's
So he had a hot Christmas dinner , and was not alone
The town , all towns have men and woman with no names
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2014-04-22 at 20:39
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