music_is_peace
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A man in ragged, dirty clothes
And bare feet
Sits on the corner of my road.
He drinks his pain away,
Scrounging money from the gutters.
People won't look
Into his sad, pained eyes
Because they don't want to help.
He whistles a tune,
Slow and mournful,
And pulls his tattered blanket
Tighter around him.
I look into his eyes then,
And am amazed to see
A man with a past.
A man who accomplished something.
I realize he is the strong one.
We who walk past
Are weak and heartless.
This man stands his ground
Waiting for someone to see
What he really is,
Human.
Its completely mine and im 13 so dont get mean but constructive criticism is appreciated!!
And bare feet
Sits on the corner of my road.
He drinks his pain away,
Scrounging money from the gutters.
People won't look
Into his sad, pained eyes
Because they don't want to help.
He whistles a tune,
Slow and mournful,
And pulls his tattered blanket
Tighter around him.
I look into his eyes then,
And am amazed to see
A man with a past.
A man who accomplished something.
I realize he is the strong one.
We who walk past
Are weak and heartless.
This man stands his ground
Waiting for someone to see
What he really is,
Human.
Its completely mine and im 13 so dont get mean but constructive criticism is appreciated!!