Down On His Luck Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wandering around the town, looking for a place
to sleep.
Wanting to find a place that's safe and secure,
trying heartlessly to find his place on the
backstreets of a city closed to a homeless man
down on his luck.
Once distinguished, a gentleman, losing his way
when his family was killed in an accident caused
by a drunk driver.
Lost and forlorn, nobody bothering to care or
ask him why he's sitting there on the curb.
A lonely soul, wandering city streets, looking
for a place to sleep and finding none where he
won't be disturbed by an officer of the law.

(10: 56 p.m. - 11/16/13)