sitting with his back against the walls these days
the past rushes by in a cloudy haze
where he's been where he goes is out of his hands
following the path that his heart commands

looking back in his mind to yesterday
the old man reaches out as the past slips away
trying to grasp at something only he can see
his life passed away he ceases to be

the people pass by as he lays there and dies
never looking at him diverting their eyes
just another homeless man in the street
the last sound he hears is the sound of their feet

the ambulance comes to take him away
they wash the sidewalk where he use to lay
his life is gone the man is too
how would you feel if this happened to you

circumstances sometimes lead us astray
destroying our lives as it is today
it only takes a pebble to ripple a pond
to dominoe effect the course that were on...

Man!!! It coulda been!

So true.

I always thought I was a pessimist until I met a homeless man who had an accident at work and lost everything. His wife left him and took their daughter... then the shelter doctor told him he had cancer. He said all he had left was to die.

We talked all night, I couldn't make myself leave him.

i hope that you all like what i write and that at least for a fleeting moment you feel what i have written i appreciate all comments.one day i hope to be good enough to publish..


TOMBRAIDER..writing from the tombs

Aww very good indeed

good stuff. copyright all of it anyway....self publish....start a site... who knows like a modeling agency only for published works by authors freelance artist, you already are!!! cudo from sunny hollister

Wow, that great

thank you all for your comments im glad you liked it and have inspired me to continue...wtitings from the tombs