Someone’s Someone

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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