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Nowhere Man…


Hands shoved in pockets,
Treading through the snow,
All huddled up and freezing,
Nowhere for him to go!

No soles on his shoes,
No socks to keep him warm,
No-one there to care,
In case he should come to harm!

Wind biting through his coat,
No buttons, all tattered and torn,
His hair a matted mess…
No gloves to keep him warm.

Down the dark streets he travels,
In the middle of the night,
Unwashed, unkempt and tired,
Such a sorry sight!

On through the night he goes,
As the rain comes belting down,
The only difference now it,
The poor old man wears a frown.

Then he enters the park,
And sits upon an old seat,
Takes out a measly piece of bread,
The only thing to eat!

Slides on down to a lying position,
A sheet of plastic to keep him dry,
What a sad sorry sight, this Christmas night,
It makes me want to cry!

So when I settle down to sleep at night,
The old man on my mind,
For that could be you or me one day!
Wanting someone to be kind!

Now when you pass a little old tramp,
Please don't turn away,
Just show a little kindness,
And make that poor mans day!


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