Steve Topping , Homeless</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=16.htm>Steve Topping </a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Homeless</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b><p>Just an old man, homeless and who lost all life’s drive<br>Just an old man, weary and just trying to survive<br>Here's a dollar, old timer, go get something to eat.<br>Thank you mister, that sure will be a welcome treat.<br>Screeching brakes and a loud blare of a horn<br>The driver standing there, wishing he’d never been born<br>A figure of a man, lying on the street, people staring<br>Blood and dirt everywhere and sirens blaring<br>Looks like another homeless man is gone, for I can see<br>People everywhere, looking and wondering what is to be<br>This figure of a man, lying there still and maybe dying<br>Mothers sighing and children crying<br>Get a blanket! a shout in the night<br>No one moves, as they look at the sight<br>A women kneels, as she gives a big sigh<br>Father, I’ve found you so please don’t die<br>A woman of means, next to a big limousine<br>Holding her father, at this accident scene<br>Do you know what this man has done?<br>What he has given to all and to everyone?<br>This man, I hold here, once protected this nations honor<br>On a pacific island and not for an instant did he ponder<br>Give up came a shout in the night, as he stood there so brave<br>A machine gun blast of bullets, was all the “give up” he gave<br>A hundred men came at him, while he bravely stood his ground<br>His eyes never leaving the enemy, as he shot round after round<br>Not a word nor a sound, came from this mans lips<br>Only his eyes, showed remorse, as death came from his finger tips<br>The highest awarded honor, was given one day <br>By our nations President, on a bright day in may<br>May this man live in glory, ‘til the day that he dies<br>Then, forever at Arlington, ‘neath clear deep blue skies<br>So folks, what you see, as you travel through this life<br>Is not all that it seems, amid worries and strife<br>Today, a man died, as only seen by a few<br>Tomorrow, by millions, when he’s given what’s due</p></b></font></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk6.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk6.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>