Tramp or Man
 

A homeless tramp or is it man.
no home he has or welcome clan.

Years back he worked so hard.
Less for self an more for ward.

Mostly lost in hollow smiles.
Waving then to heartless files.

Draped around in tattered rags.
Hugging clustered torn bags..

Mitts worn and fingers chaff.
Beset in the street like riff raff.

No comforting home or hearth.
no place he has; and no worth.

Empty vacant bleary eyes.
Clustered around by the flies.

Blooming then now doomed life.
No holding hand, no worrying wife.

Painfully stoops to rest his stuff.
Shoved aside by a passing tough.

Grimaces, doubles and just lies.
Toys his cross; in misery sighs.

No pity, prayer or tossed pence.
Shall ever undo the hurt sense.

Original
saadat
(Islamabad)
(May 02, 2009)

Nice one..

Nyc Man... :bshy:

cheers
 

hey cheer up man

thanx an its the tramp i'z talkin about

;-)

cheers
sat

thanks for sharing !