He sits in the shadows
In the place he stays
And wonders why people
Always shy away
Why don’t they talk to me?
Why do they stare?
Why ignore me
As if I’m not there?
As he sits on the street he has no company
Except the gutter rats,
A bottle of spilt vodka covering the ground
And a stray alley cat
What did he do to deserve this
Where did his life go wrong?
People watching as they go
To listen to his song.
As the night draws on his all alone
Everyone hears him weep
On his only coat he yawns
And slowly falls asleep