Stalking the streets of this town
He engages in conversation
Just to ask for some change
Because without it he'll go hungry
Yet nobody seems to care
For in their eyes he's an eye sore
They try to act like he's not there
But that doesn't mean he's not

Eyes reflected in shop windows
Once full of life are now dead
Who could ever have imagined
That things would turn out this way
His descent from the top
Was anything but graceful
Now the life that once was his
Is but a display in a window

The likelihood of death
Is what he faces every day
And while he won't admit it
It could be a blessing in some ways
Tired feet grow ever weary
And a brain in need of rest
Whoever said that life was easy
Can't have met him yet

A product of these troubled times
With no one there to help