Someone’s Someone
Wounds upon a weary face
Lines a tear does trace
Poor man in the street
Not scrap he has to eat
Shelter is this cardboard box
Can’t keep safe it has no locks
Pile of trash is his bed
In the filth he lays his head
Puts out his hand he does beg
As his weary eyes do sag
Everyone does ignore
To them he is an eyesore
Down on his luck has become
Once upon used to be someone’s someone
©️Chris Chonos
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