In The Corner Swept Poem by Uriah Hamilton

If I see you on the dirty street
Hovelling in the rain
With a broken shoe,
I promise, I won't be one
To gaze the other way.

Even when my song is unsung
And there is nothing to be heard
Other than funeral dirges,
I don't lose hope
In the happiness I've known.

The days are long
And the night sky pitch black
When I realize in my soul
You've been gone too long
And you won't be back.

I'm a respectable man;
There's nothing I ever asked of you
That you couldn't repeat
In a room of women or children.

You know who I am,
You know whom you've hurt,
But you're still dear to me
After all these years
Of raising myself from the dirt
In the corner where you swept me.