Alone - Poem by Dewi Meade
I've seen him walking, dragging his feet on the floor
Walking the same streets - as many times before
A world of depression showing in his face
Just another forgotten member of the human race.
His home a suitcase within everything he owns
His bed the tarmac upon which he roams
His friends the birds - flying free as he'll stray
He will watch and talk with them for hours then on his way.
Begging for change, hand held out in despair
Grasping for help - all he holds is thin air
Tearstained face, he pleads one more time
Yet the police move him on - he's committed no crime
Life wasn't always this, he once was a hero
Once he was somebody, not just a zero
Held in high regard, once had a place
But that was yesteryear - now he's a 'disgrace'.
So he'll walk alone, another forgotten nobody
Dream his dreams of when he was somebody
Of the hero that was - of honour and grace
In reality another forgotten member of the human race.
Comments about Alone by Dewi Meade
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You