Mr. Lonely Poem by norman hale

Mr. Lonely


They call him mr. lonely
With his head all bowed down
They say he was once happy
And dressed as a circus clown

But just a few years ago
He lost his family and wife
That day the world stood still
That was the end of his 'life'

All do to some greed of another
Who was holding up a store
They were caught in the cross-fire
Now they wait on Heavens shore

Now, They call him mr. lonely
With his head all bowed down
They say he was once happy
And dressed as a circus clown

But no more shall that be
Not while he's here on Earth
He just lives with his memories
For all that they are worth

He sleeps in a shelter
He lost his home and way of life
Now he just roams the streets
With memories of his kids and wife

So Pray for Mr. Lonely
Pray he'll be ok for now
Until he reaches Heaven
And recieves his golden crown

Written 8/18/2016 by Norman Hale Jr