Cry Mr Drifter Poem by Curtis Mosby

I feel for my inspiration, because it hurt to even write.
I watch this life so alone to be strong.
Though i pass you by on the road.
I would like to know where your going
Thru the rain and the snow.
I recognize your tear's, so many to catch with your hand.
And as you walk i see the pain deep inside a man.
By look of your clothe's, it's apart of your skin know.
No evidence of happiness to show a smile.
You are the words that leave sad crie's.
Life in your eye's is an ungodly picture.
Because of you i write, im sorry.
But keep crying mr drifter.