The feeble old man
Lays on the park bench
Curled up in a ball
With a bible to clench.
He has no shoes on his feet
He wears a rugged old coat
That\'s too big for his size
His jeans are so dirty and torn
With patches to stop their demise.
He has no shoes on his feet.
His teeth are chattering
As he shivers in the cold
No scarf to wrap around
Not even a blanket to unfold.
He has no shoes on his feet.
I asked the feeble man
Why do you stay here
He said with a tear in his eyes
I haven\'t a home or family that\'s near.
He has no shoes on his feet.
Can I buy you a pie
And coffee to warm
They walk down the hill
In such a slow form.
He has no shoes on his feet.
When he finished his pie
He stood up with a smile
I thank you for your kindness
I have to go for awhile
As he walks away with no shoes on his feet.
By Idlechatter