The Little Old Man Poem by Jay Bigger
The Little Old Man
Theres a little old man
He has no money or home
Living in the gutters
The street he roams
Begging for pennies
people muttering, laughing and pointing
But hes a jolly man
With a friendly soul
Wearing old boats
Too small for his toes
Yet he still walks with a smile
Which I once found odd
I asked him why this was
His reply,
'Son I've found God.'
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