CHRISTMAS..THE REALITY....

See the old man on the street,

No socks or shoes upon his feet,

Without a place to call his home,

Watch him as he tends to roam.

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Begging food from passers by,

Most avoid to catch his eye,

Once a person of great stature,

Neighbours saw his whole world shatter.

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Trading on the stocks and shares,

One to manage his own affairs,

Treated friends to share his wealth,

Each one out to suit themself.

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The day we heard the market crash,

Taking all the old mans cash,

With no shares to buy or sell,

He turned to all, he treated well.

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Letters sent remained ignored,

Phone calls met with no reward,

Wealth attracts fair weathered friends,

Poverty comes, and all this ends.

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Watch him as he tends to roam,

Without a place to call his home,

No socks or shoes upon his feet,

Facing life out on the street....

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(c) Rob Bristol Poetry 2020