A Man With No Meaning Left Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding into the light of another tomorrow, no clothes or shoes, all of them having holes of wear from always wearing them and walking incessantly.

Nothing left to wear, because there's no money to save or spend, no place to even lay down, dreaming dreams of riches and profit.

Having no job, can't push a broom, no job easy enough for him to do, a man with no meaning left on earth, are his thoughts as he begs for help on a street corner.