He sits drinking from his bottle of cheap wine out of the sun in the shade of the cypress tree
The old homeless man in the parkland a better man than me
His devoted wife passed on six years ago to compound his poverty
And he became homeless when the landlord raised his rent by twenty per cent how heartless some can be
In his early to mid seventies it does seem sad he must live in such a way
That he must sleep in a disused factory at night and live in the park by day
Often seen at MacDonalds where french fries and burgers he does eat
For to buy a bottle of cheap wine twice a week is for him a special treat
He has not fathered children his only family his wife
Her death to him has left him with a huge hole in his life
A nice and quiet old fellow he never has that much to say
For the greed of one of the wealthy minority why should he be made to pay
To be homeless in his twilight years one who worked hard for wages that were small
In a town of many millionaires this doesn't seem fair at all.
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