Mr. Billy Harcan Poem by Jon Arno

There’s an old man down by the Town Hall oak
He wears a red cap and a long dark coat
People say that trouble caught him by surprise
Name is Billy Harcan…There’s sadness in his eyes

He sleeps on the park bench under the stars
He’ll ask you for a dollar…then he’ll head for the bars
Drinking out the trouble is a way of life
Cost him everything he had even his wife

Billy welcomes ghosts to the park at night
He toasts to their health… it’s really quite a sight
Dancing with his friends for an hour or two
The party always ends with… Mary where are you?

© Jon Arno