the old man

Old man, I see you walking on the street

Holding up a sign, just wanting to be free
No food, so weak
All the people walk by to leave you on your feet
No help, living in misery knowing no one cares
Pocket pushers see you
They all pretend you’re not there
Turn their heads away as they can see you have fear
Heads shake, not a friendly face in sight
The air is hot and your body feels so light
No more strength, not a hand reaching out to you
Losing yourself, not a single day is new
Hoping this time you won’t wake up
This dream is much too real
Go home to your Father
Pray the next day will let you feel
Old man, I see you watching me
My every move, for someone else to keep
I want to help, want to make a difference
Even if I see you smile, I will see a chance
You will turn out okay
As I will go to my knees and try to obey
Give to you what I no longer need
A helping hand, and a mouth to feed
You are thankful for me
However there is one thing you do not see
That I need you, too, old man, just let it be
I vow to never lie, to never cheat
Just let me in, let me see inside
Help me let go of my pride
To be seen with rags, not wanting to hide
A witness to my friends, no more lies
I see angels watching over you
As they have for myself
When you die, I hope you know the truth
And rest in peace, old man, for in you I see strength.