Focused on ourselves are we
\nRush about uncannily
\nThe man he is invisible
\nHe is homeless actually<\/p>\n
A broken nose a beard
\nSitting lost for words
\nLooking at the traffic passing
\nJust watching the birds<\/p>\n
Pecking on the pavement
\nInvisible to those
\nRushing on their way
\nTo somewhere I suppose<\/p>\n
One man borrows his bucket
\nUses it as a drum
\nPuts his hat upon the pavement
\nAnother starts to strum<\/p>\n
And sing a lady joins them
\nThe man can now be seen
\nHe even taps his feet a bit
\nHe is more than a machine<\/p>\n
He is homeless but he is human
\nHe has a heart and soul
\nAnd the money they have collected
\nThey give him
\nAnd they stroll<\/p>\n
Off not even turning
\nGone into the crowd
\nThree angels dressed as humans
\nWho never sang that loud<\/p>\n
But brought hope to a homeless man they never even knew<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Focused on ourselves are we Rush about uncannily The man he is invisible He is homeless actually A broken nose a beard Sitting lost for words Looking at the traffic passing Just watching the birds Pecking on the pavement Invisible … Continue reading