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Life Story #24
Life Story #24
4:30am fresh off the city bus
Heavily loaded down with all of his stuff
A suitcase, a backpack, and a few plastic bags
Some things get carried while others are dragged
Seemingly exhausted he reaches a park bench
And quickly clears the area with an awful stench
Some folks move out of pity others out of fear
Whatever the judgment none would draw near
Just another drunken homeless guy
Or as looney as a bird flying circles in the sky
He talks to himself but what else could he do
No one else is around for him to talk to
I'm not going to steal, and I'm not going to beg
I am a grown man he quietly said
You are right mama, absolutely right
Victory will come to those willing to fight
What is his story? If we took time to see
He just a regular person like you and me
Born a little slow but still some mother's son
Now trying to figure out life with mom now gone
It has always been just them two
But somehow they always made it through
Special education wasn't special enough
Learning disabilities make life a little tough
But he got himself a job, 40 hours a week
And one of these days he'll be back on his feet
Only this time he will be a little wise
And he won't fall for a con artist lies
The car that didn't run, the apartment that was condemned
Nobody else will take advantage of him
Another sad story of a regular guy
Even sadder is the judgement of the human eye
We too often judge the contents of the book
Without actually giving more than the cover a look
Without the experience of going through
You can never really know what you would do
J. Moore
5/24/2016
4:30am fresh off the city bus
Heavily loaded down with all of his stuff
A suitcase, a backpack, and a few plastic bags
Some things get carried while others are dragged
Seemingly exhausted he reaches a park bench
And quickly clears the area with an awful stench
Some folks move out of pity others out of fear
Whatever the judgment none would draw near
Just another drunken homeless guy
Or as looney as a bird flying circles in the sky
He talks to himself but what else could he do
No one else is around for him to talk to
I'm not going to steal, and I'm not going to beg
I am a grown man he quietly said
You are right mama, absolutely right
Victory will come to those willing to fight
What is his story? If we took time to see
He just a regular person like you and me
Born a little slow but still some mother's son
Now trying to figure out life with mom now gone
It has always been just them two
But somehow they always made it through
Special education wasn't special enough
Learning disabilities make life a little tough
But he got himself a job, 40 hours a week
And one of these days he'll be back on his feet
Only this time he will be a little wise
And he won't fall for a con artist lies
The car that didn't run, the apartment that was condemned
Nobody else will take advantage of him
Another sad story of a regular guy
Even sadder is the judgement of the human eye
We too often judge the contents of the book
Without actually giving more than the cover a look
Without the experience of going through
You can never really know what you would do
J. Moore
5/24/2016
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Life Story #24
Life Story #24