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Providence
by Brian Francis
Oh his cloths are torn and ragged
And his face is worn and grey
He does not look into your eyes
Instead he turns away
He makes you feel uncomfortable
Just seeing him around
He doesn’t ask for handouts
But he doesn’t turn them down
He once wore ties and leather shoes
And drove a fancy car
He once went home to a child’s arms
And wished upon a star
But everything that comes can go
And everything that lives can die
And every man with happiness
Can soon learn how to cry
He sits there in the summer’s heat
And shivers through the winter’s cold
A shadow of the man he was
Lost deep in despair’s hold 10/15/2007 Posted on 10/15/2007
Copyright © 2025 Brian Francis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/16/07 at 04:37 AM A good tribute, man. Well said and beautifully stated. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 10/16/07 at 04:52 AM Very well done Bri. For some life has its pitfalls.....Charlie |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/09/08 at 01:04 AM Really well done - a story well described, a comment of importance, and I love the rhyming style of this. |
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