For Grace of God

 A  Tragedy of  Life

A drunk walked up and began to speak,
Under old gray hat with bended peak,
An out stretched hand he extended,
For some money to be lend ed,

His mouth stood open but did not ask,
He could not even complete the task,
His legs were bent just like his hat,
 He made his way from where he sat,

His shoes were old and far from new,
He dragged his feet and shuffled through,
He stood before me eyes down cast,
I moved away till he had past,

A sorry sight for all to see,
But for grace of God go all of we.
He wound his way in between,
As from side to side he did lean,

A tattered coat he did wear,
No one cared to even stare,
Scruffy beard below his chin,
A lonely sight and a living sin,

Who was he once I did wonder,
What in life can  put asunder,
Maybe once with a family,
Living life like most of we,

Was he born to be like this,
All good things in life to miss,
Many things I did suppose,
Were there highs before the lows,

He continued down the street,
Now a symbol of a mans defeat.