The Vagrant

Brother can you spare some change
food for a weary man, maybe a drink
I'm so hungry I'm quite ill
I've not eaten for three days, I think.

Thank you, kind sir, you really are
for I've travelled many miles and towns
I've really come quite far you see
most people stare and tut and frown.

The night is cruel you have no warmth
Here, take my coat you need it most
for when the eve' brings frost and cold
I'll be by the fire as warm as toast.

What lead you down this wretched path?
How did you lose your life?
Was it the bottle or gambling hard?
or some other form of strife.

No sir I had a wife and kids
a house, a job, a car
a working man I was and proud
the happiest man alive by far.

My job and car were first to go
then they took my goods
without my house I had no wife
I now live in the woods.

This is me now I'm on my own
begging for a crumb
I am no-one any more
It seems my life is done.

© D Marsden 2017

Published by Dave's Poetry & Mystery...

Hi. I am a retired builder. Born in 1954. My interests are: motorcycling, cycling, woodworking, wood carving, visiting countryside, reading, writing poetry, short stories, writing mystery and of course my new interest is blogging.

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