The Poor Homeless Bloke

With holes in his pants and with holes in his shoes
The poor homeless bloke who has nothing to lose
And with ill fitting coat and long straggly gray hair
Yet you never hear him say life is unfair
He is happy with life and he says life is fine
For as long as he has a cheap bottle of wine
Which he drinks on the park bench in the evening sunshine
He is happy though his life is much harder than mine
In the park or the pathway by the river or on the street
He gives me a smile and hello when we meet
His inner happy glow is in his toothy smile
A beautiful character one free of guile
A poor homeless bloke dependent on welfare
Yet he is one who is not burdened by care.