He sits alone,
The disposable man,
He lives on the streets,
Cursed & damned,
This homeless man,
Dirty & weary,
Has forgotten a life,
Drunk & dreary,
Frowned upon,
Living so low,
Living so wrong,
And dying too slow,
Unnoticed, unseen,
People walk nigh,
He wants to scream,
But they pass him by,
Hollow & gone,
He sits on the street,
Drunk & withdrawn,
And passed out asleep.
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I would like to translate this poem
WOW! Oh, Maddy, if the rest of your work is like this..... WOW! Well done! Your words bring the picture into such sharp focus! ! ! The dispair is tangible. The indifference; abhorrent. Your compassion; beautiful.