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Tattered and Torn

Shattered remains of his broken life � �
all lovingly placed in his backpack � �
cherished memories of a time passed � �
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He now wonders the lonely streets at night � �
trying to take shelter from the cold � �
motorists pass by look at him with disdain � �
with his tattered and torn suit � �
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He was once a buisness man � �
before his mind snapped � �
after the passing of his beloved wife � �
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He now shouts out obscenties to an uncaring world � �
stays drunk as often as he can � �
now just a shell of who he once was � �
I look at him with a broken heart � �
knowing that he could be any of us � �
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I stop to see if he wants to share a smoke with me � �
he accepts hands shaking as he trys to light the cig � �
I say here let me as I strike the match � �
he inhales deeply with a sigh of relief � �
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He tells me his story � �
with tears in his eyes � �
I feel for him � �
deep in my heart � �
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I give him what money I have � �
hoping oblivion will keep him warm tonight � �
he shuffles off into the night � �
taking a part of my soul with him