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The shuffling walk

The muffled talk,

The haggard features,

And tattered clothes,

The worn out shoes,

the blistered feet

The inaudible speech,

Sets this man aside from us,

Down and out on any luck.

Many think him to be an alcoholic

But mental health problems 

Are also symbolic,

Of those who tread

And sleep on the street,

They have dry eyes

That no longer weep.

How does this travesty occur,

In a prosperous western world,

Because we do not care enough,

Materialistic greed 

Over those down on their luck.

We put our greed first,

And let others suffer

We no longer care for one another.

The man that people call a tramp,

Is a single testament

To all that is wrong with our society,

Which puts greed 

A head of need.

So the the old man goes on his way,

Shuffling along

The shopping parade,

Lost his pride 

And lost his mind,

A man now living in his own time,

Devoid and rejected by society

Shame on you and shame on me.