Tell me your story

Man on the corner

So relaxed and on ease

Not a penny to your name

Yet no penny taken out of sympathy

Disposed upon you by civilians.

I want to know how you got this way

With skin aged from the fiery sun

And eyes worn from wisdom.

What did they see?

Did they see life flash in front of them?

Or a war between worlds?

I’ve only seen you once

While you contentedly smoked your cigarette

But I’ve heard what people know of you.

Tell me your story.