Nameless
The man with no name
sits alone
he hides his shame
he has no home
sheds no tears
for all to see
thinks about his years
and cries in his sleep
he walks my street
never admitting defeat
looking for something to eat
never missing a beat
who is this man
nameless, shameless, homeless
how does he stand
looking completely needless
some may call him a coward
to me he is brave
continuing forward
his own road to pave
without knowing his story
do not laugh
he makes his own glory
walking his path
dirty, hungry, tired
why is he here
were you fired
nameless dear
perhaps he had a family
once upon a time
maybe it was gambling
alcohol and wine
sadly I admit
that we will never know
why did he quit
where will he go
will he ever find his way
in a world so cold
for now just pray
for this nameless man’s soul.