The Man Who Was Born At The Poor Side Address Poem by Francis Duggan

The man who was born at the poor side address
Is homeless and hungry his life in a mess
Addicted to alcohol on poverty street
He searches the rubbish bins for something to eat.

He has been a street kid since he was fourteen
And only the hardest of times he has seen
Kicked out on the street by his drunken step dad
A happy hour in his life he's never had.

Just twenty one years old approaching his prime
But he looks much older he's known a hard time
And how can one blame him for his lack of success
The poor fellow born at the poor side address.

Just a bum to many that's how he appear
He begs for the price of a six pack of beer
He works in the odd low paid job and he lives for the booze
One judged harshly by those who have not lived in his shoes.

A pauper who lives in the poor side of Town
With few to build him up and many to drag him down
A victim one might say of harsh circumstance
At success he did not have much of a chance.