poor man

cold on the corner
snow falling down
the poor man sits there holding his cup up for the crowd
to tired to beg
to proud to steal
the old man just wishes he could feel
feel life again like when he had no pain
it seems like only yesterday
he stood tall
on top of the world
but now he sleeps at peoples feet
who pass him by sleeping on the concrete
protected only by torn clothes he found long ago
a kick to his feet
by the police walking their beat
saying you gotta get away from here
he doesn't move
so the man kicks again
only to realize he is dead
froze to death in the middle of December
this mans body nobody will remember
a man who once stood tall
is now curled up in a ball
gone from a society
that didn't care for him anyway
isn't it sad that in the end
all the poor man needed was a helping hand