The Transient

This poem was inspired by a man I once met who had been homeless for many years.

The Transient

Always trust the ragged man
A transient lost in time
The truth will always pass his lips
Lies wont score the dime

Competing for the prize of scraps
discarded on the street
He wont do drugs or pack a gun
He just wants something to eat

An army full of soldiers
Gun-Ho to the core
With rifles, bombs and weaponary
To combat any war

But sticks and stones can still break bones
And the hunger never ends
The daily fight for life
For the forgotten ragged man

He can never lose his spirit
And you'll never break his will
Make no mistake there is no master plan
He lives for life
The forgotten ragged man