Johnny Golding - Tramp

Tossed away and left
crawling through the gutter.
They glance and walk
away, uncaringly.
Alone in a crowd they leave me;
Stopping, staring, sneering,
Looking, watching, leaving.
On through the drains I go,
In hope of some place better.

Johnny Golding

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