Hair matted and long
Face overgrown with mustache and beard
He walks down the city streets alone
A broken man,
He stumbles about in the dead of night
With only a ragged coat to keep out the cold
And cheap wine his only refuge.
Perhaps he once dreamt
A dreamer of dreams
And a victim of fate,
For the greatest and lowliest men are of the same stock
The only difference being God’s frown
Above is my first published poem, published by The Shore Publishing Co. in their anthology, Shore Poetry Anthology, in 1973.