An Old Man

An Old Man

An old man sits on the sidewalk
Asking for spare change.

Civilization passes him by every day,
Yet no one sees him.

An engraved expression of pain
Haunts his face and eyes.
His clothes are tattered and torn,
He hasn’t known a bath for weeks.
Still, society is blind to him.

Suddenly a spray of gunfire echoes,
And still no one takes notice.
Thanks to human ignorance and disregard,
An old man lays dead on the street.