A Simple Sonnet Poem by jan hansen

A simple sonnet

The tramp, who sits on a low ledge, near the entrance of the
modest supermarket that sells basic food fruit and vegetable
and to my surprise, has a good selection of wine, is ageless
The tramp- perhaps a wrong word- has a dark brown outdoor face,
his hands a dark brown too, and the rest of him is covered
in an old jacket and denim trousers.

He is reading a newspaper, eating from an open packet of biscuits
and drinking from a bottle of water, our tramp doesn't do begging,
but shoppers often give him foodstuff, apples and
bananas; which he acknowledged with a thank you but without servility;
exudes a warm friendliness that soothed the many struggling
with everyday life.

There is talk of closing down the relic from the eighties,
after Christmas when the nice tramp disappears for a few weeks