He walks with himself He is his own best company. He pushes forward and you often do not notice You ignore his plead but you see him wander A breathing tumble ****. Shrubbish, wobbly, and ***** He zig zags through the crowd Sometimes he screams and he too cries Just like you Sometimes he trembles in the night Just like you Sometimes he dreams of better days Just like you.
A brief and scattered poem about a homeless man I encountered.