His Story

I see him sitting there by the cardboard shack
That he know calls home
A young couple goes out of there way
To leave the man alone

He sits alone his head hung low
A bottle in his hand
I could see the sadness in his eyes
Eyes of a lonely man

Those eyes they told a story
Of years that’s long been past
He holds the bottle close to him
As if it will be his last

I walked to him and I knelt down
And asked the man his name
He looked at me with bloodshot eyes
Eyes that showed his pain

As we began to talk
His story began to unfold
Of the man he used to be
His story to me he told

He said I was once respected
With a family and a job
But that has all changed now
For my money I do rob

I lost my wife and unborn child
Four years ago today
You see I was in this bottle
And the car it got away

I was throw clear without a scratch
On my wife the car it fell
I watched her life end in front of me
So now I live in hell

I wake each night and hear her screams
As she calls out my name
So now you see that’s why I am
The man you see today

As I stood to walk away
The man he took my hand
Tears fell down his dirt stained face
I could feel his undying pain

He asked when I lay down this night
And pray to god above
Please ask him to forgive him
For losing his only love.

©Mydnight 2004