The Empty Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

The paupers eyes were stained with tears,
some how he made it through these years.
He had a chance when he was young, then
gave it up just to have some fun.His
clothes were torn and old my friend, his
mind was weak from the bottles of gin.
He prayed to GOD when ever he could, to
rid him of the curse he wore.Where do
they go, where do they run, why do they
play with a loaded gun.How can they live
in a world like that, sleeping in corners
with the rest of the rats.The paupers
hands were stained with blood, he didnt
care, couse he felt no good.So with a
smile and nod of his head, he moves
around and looks for a new bed.Where
do they go, where do they run, why do
they play with a loaded gun.How can
they live in a world like that, sleeping
in the corners with the rest of the rats.