Homeless man
Every single day
A homeless man can be seen in the alley way,
All the passer by would notice
but ignoring him like a plague they would practice,
The homeless man with dirty ragged clothes
on his leg not a single pair of shoes,
He would beg left and right
from morning in the bright
till the darkness of the night,
Everyone says he's just a beggar
not knowing him better,
He has a heart of gold
his kindness never grows old,
The little thing he has he shares
with dogs and cats,
They would be with him
To lit his world which is dim,
A homeless man we may see
but we should know why does he need to be?
He considers himself at home
he says in a soft voice
'a homeless man I may be
but I feel at home with the strays
and I can say it is meant to be '