There is an old man who sits by the road

The lines on his face reveal hardships untold

I know not why he sits in this way

Or why he appears at this place everyday

All that he owns are the shoes on his feet

By victim of circumstance this man is discreet

For his past has now been spent

And is left without money to pay the rent

He cannot change the events that have occured

Or the fact that his foresight is temporarily blurred

But up from the darkness his spirit will prevail

Then the light in his eyes won't seem so pale

His purpose in life he again will find

If he can only keep from looking behind

I pray,  that soon the day will come

And the old man will no longer be there

I shall take comfort in the thought.......he is free from despair.