Down not out

Down, not out.

The man walked slowly taking time to read the postered walls
Showing films and books of which he doesn't care at all
He's killing time until he finds a gentle warming light
A place in which to rest his head for another lonely night
Feeling cold and desperate in a world that doesn't care
He reaches out to passers by for any change to spare
But they look on disgusted, they don't look him in the eye
As if they couldn't care less, if this man should live or die
He carries on regardless feeling constantly dejected
Just a creature on the streets, society rejected
Trying hard to think about when times were not so bad
About his wife and children and of all the fun they had
About his job and house, about his prestige company car
But when redundancy arrived the money didn't go far
His wife she didn't hang around she took the kids and left
She took every penny he just ended up in debt
He's looking in shop windows at the things he can't afford
Looking into doorways people sleeping under cardboard
Not only does he beg for cash, forgiveness is his aim
For once he was a passer by, he hangs his head in shame
Back in days when things were good, the times of milk and honey
Remembers seeing homeless then, he never gave them money
He used to shun these very souls, yet they are now his peers
The pain of greed and a guilty past is present in his tears
For these lost souls accepted him as brother and as friend
Showing how love for all men will win through in the end
They don't care about his past and they don't want to know
Of how the world had dealt this man a cruel and bitter blow.