|The Ragged Man (Poetry) (standard:other, 290 words)|
|Author: Robert L. Revland||Added: Oct 26 2000||Views/Reads: 3354/3||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The story of a homeless man from a young man's point of view.|
There’s a guy on the corner of 11th and 3rd Tall black man in patchwork clothes Standing there at night with an old coffee cup in his hand Asking for spare change, doesn’t mean any trouble Not one of those crazy homeless guys on dope I don’t think he was homeless, just poor, no job He had a family: two or three sons in their thirties I guess he didn’t get much help from them He just stands there, talking to anyone who will listen Watching the NYU students milling around The movie theater and Webster Hall I’d walk by, give him a few coins, maybe 35 cents if I had it on me He’d say “God bless you” and I’d just say it right back He was a mentor to me I didn’t want to end up like him But he was just a good man in a bad situation Could have done better if he had a head start Told me to do well in school, get a good education Or else I’d end up like him: fifty years old and out on the street I told him I had big dreams I’d make a million dollars and give him the world Get him a house Let him have a life Never would have really known anything if it wasn’t for him He made me want to get into politics Try and change things for guys like him I don’t see him around much anymore Hope he’s alright Hope he’s still around Still dreaming Still hoping Because he gave me my hopes and dreams I hope God listened to me Gave him the blessing he deserved Gave him a better life I sure hope I see him again. Tweet
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