Uncaring World

Lurking in the cold
Sits a man without a home
His legs are wrapped in cloth
And his hands are cold as stone

Sleeping on the sidewalk
He dreams of happy days
His body starts to shiver
The pavement chilling as he lays

Then suddenly there's someone
Standing over him
Looking down and speaking
But his voice is far to dim

His body starts to tremble
Trying to sit up
The man above tries
To offer him a cup

But he cannot hold it
His hands are far too frail
His arms are just not strong enough
The muscles start to fail

The ambulance is coming
He can hear it in his mind
It seems this man is trying
To be generous and kind

But sadly, lights have faded
His time has reach an end
The bitter cold has got to him
The frost he couldn't fend

His memories were jaded
His life was nothing great
No one really knew him
Seems he finally met his fate

If only someone noticed
How sad his life had been
Then maybe more of his life
Perhaps he could've seen

But sadly no one cares
Except for number one
Unless they're making money
To them it's just no fun!!

© Simon Hayes 20/12/05