THE MAN THAT WAS!
Head bowed, drooping shoulders, lonely and forlorn
He treads carefully, feet bloodied, clothes torn
Eyes blank, looking but not seeing
Pangs of hunger tears at his insides

He looks around, no man would know him
Unbearable pain claims his soul
Scattered thoughts plague his mind
I had a wife, I had a life!

Tears cascade down his face
As he gently sits on the ground with grace
Claiming dignity, that once was
Mustering strength in a soul that's rent
Oh God! Please bless this man
He has not the strength to make a stand
His lost soul needs to be whole
Perhaps one day it will all unfold!

© Reanty Marajh 2006

Author's Comments:
"This poem is about a homeless man. I pray that God gives him strength to continue his journey in life."