Homeless Sad eyes wink in the dark, Frozen hair masking his face The lines of grey, Around his chin to the temples, Telling stories of his past, Silently folding on a moldy cardboard With a running nose bleeding on the street Advertisements Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleEmailPrintLinkedInTumblrPocketTelegramWhatsAppSkypeRedditPinterestLike this:Like Loading... Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) w Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.