He sat in a corner on the street
A begging bowl close to his feet
He often blended in the background
Mostly feeding on leftovers
And using rags as covers
He would sit ignored not making a sound.

His life had changed a great deal
When he used to enjoy a gluttonous meal
He wore the best tailored suits
A chauffeur would drive him around
Wearing a brooch he was always found
And shining black leather boots.

His wife and all his successive heirs
Would often ride expensives mares
Vacationing in exotic places great
A life of luxury they would lead
While he worked for hours in order to feed
His family, so in old age they would reciprocate.

As fate had it, he was stuck bedridden
And then, he saw their agendas hidden
A will was made to be signed
He was robbed of all his wealth
And no one cared of his deteriorating health
Yet for his family he pined.

He was left outside to live like a pauper
It had been days since he had a decent supper
For an old man no one would befriend
He spent his days in utter misery
Not knowing even if someone would bury
Him when he finally met his end.