Old man standing in the rain,
Filmy blue eyes filled with pain.
He can't seem to find, his cardboard box,
It seems today, he's just out of luck.
Pulls out a bottle, brings it to his lips,
Then he moves away on arthritic hips.
Searching back alleys for a new home,
Ignoring the hunger, always alone.
12/11/10 Alton Texas
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