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Country Boy living in the City

christine

Its about homelessness and it was one of my poems where I get the first line and it plays on my mind and has to be written.



Country Boy living in the City

Lost and unfound

With no one he knows around

Country Boy living in the City

Feeling low

With no place to go

Had a hard time

No money No hope

On the streets

In the dirt and the grime

Life’s not pretty

When you’re down on your luck

No-one gives a fuck

Or gives a second look

As they walk on past

Smells the fumes

And feels despair

No way back

Off this futile

Beaten track

As he pounds the streets

Lost alone bereft

In a doorway

Out of the rain

Sleeping bag sodden

A life of pain

Amidst the rats

And garbage smells

He lives his life

A living hell

He lays his head down

His heart gives out

His last breath clouds

As all around

The traffic sounds

Drowns his feeble words

Unheard

No way Home

Only one more piece of garbage

On the grey streets

He dies alone

Country Boy dead in the City

Lost and unfound

With no one he knows around

Country Boy dead in the City




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