Alone Poem by Dewi Meade

I've seen him walking, dragging his feet on the floor
Walking the same streets - as many times before
A world of depression showing in his face
Just another forgotten member of the human race.

His home a suitcase within everything he owns
His bed the tarmac upon which he roams
His friends the birds - flying free as he'll stray
He will watch and talk with them for hours then on his way.

Begging for change, hand held out in despair
Grasping for help - all he holds is thin air
Tearstained face, he pleads one more time
Yet the police move him on - he's committed no crime

Life wasn't always this, he once was a hero
Once he was somebody, not just a zero
Held in high regard, once had a place
But that was yesteryear - now he's a 'disgrace'.

So he'll walk alone, another forgotten nobody
Dream his dreams of when he was somebody
Of the hero that was - of honour and grace
In reality another forgotten member of the human race.