this could be you

This could be you

He just sits there with a stare in his eyes

Looking at nothing as people pass him by

Does no one see him?

Is he invisible to the naked eye?

Do you only notice when a tear appears

Alternatively, a quiet whimper as he starts to cry

Ask him who he is and from whence he came

Does anyone take time to ask him his name?

Do you think he has a soul within?

As he looks at you

When he holds up his rusty old tin

He might have been a doctor or lawyer who cared

What drove this man to be helpless dirty and scared

It might be you some day it might even be me

 He lays out his life for all to see

His eyes blank with his steady stare

You can walk by he doesn’t have a care

Tomorrow when you pass by again

He will be here dirty smelly and looking the same

He will have that same blank look in his eye

Nevertheless, no one will care or ever ask him why

Poem by

Andrew Bennie