The Old Man, Nobody Knows...


There goes the old man
That nobody knows
Dressed in an overcoat
And wore out clothes

We pass him everyday
But never stop to say hello
We only turn up our nose and look away
Or something just as shallow

We never to stop to wonder,
If he has a family or just alone,
Does he sleep outside
Or somewhere safe at home.

Although it should not matter,
What the situation may be.
He is one of God's children
Regardless of what we see.







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