an inner city poet
with barely enough to eat
eyes fixed on the ground
in the city which he keeps
no places dare to hold him
no sugar and no treats
a sympathetic soul
wandering dirty streets.
a man can lose a job
but worse to lose your way
and a fact as cold as ice
will never warm your day
and when the final act
ends this tired play
I wonder if he’ll go
or finally choose to stay.
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