Sitting there all alone
Ice cold wind biting
Damp into every bone
Hardly exciting
With the 1000-yard stare
Of battle scarred men
Or the dead fish eye look
Of utter despair
He sat in a doorway
Of a now closed shop
Any loose change he'd say
Life now a full-stop
Nobody saw him cry
No one saw the pain
They'd all just walk on by
A look of disdain
Wrapped in yesterday's news
Hope lost all dreams gone
Caused by drugs and booze
Waiting to be moved on
Your words tell a story of many victims to poverty and loneliness. Perfect title and...Life now a full-stop...sad but beautiful. How fortunate we are and how we forget. Stay warm.
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I would like to translate this poem
At some point in our lives, we had all been there, if only for a short time, ...despair. Not the choice he wanted but ‘twas the only choice he had Friendless and unwanted the lot of a vagrant sad Thanks David