The Sad Little Man
All alone there stands a sad little man
Protecting his corner from others
Callous and hateful eyes stare at the world
Vigilance is his motto
Hungry and dirty he waits for the end
Resentful of all that he’s been through
Defiant and angry he spits out his words
Casting a spell on all nearby
He doesn’t remember a happy day
Can’t recall enjoying a Christmas
Worn down by life he passes the time
Wishing the demise of all
The sad little man is just like the rest
Bitter and broken from life
Soon comes the time to draw his last breath
Then it will be your turn and mine
Comments
As you drive the streets of Detroit (or of any big city), you see these sad little men and women, and you can feel their enmity washing over you as you send a fleeting glance their way from your nice warm car. Your poem has captured that feeling, as well as reminding us that we could all be there, and all end up in the same place. Wonderful work.
Wow, very nice.
Thank you both I appreciate it