walking round town I saw a man broken down/
with his hands in the trash can groping round/
hoping now to find some food to consume/
as he forages through finding a cut of bacon rind/
already chewed in part but its the find of the day/
and as he shuffles away pangs run through my heart/
who is this man and does he truly deserve to know/
this kinda life, this kinda strife, he aint got nowhere to go/
i'm thinkin of him as winter sets in and its startin to snow/
is he even still alive, how can I know?/
but there's something wrong when you see these/
peepz on the the streets cos that could be me/
so easily, if I was born into different circumstances/
as I take second glances into society, why are we/
leaving people on the streets to die are we/
really as caring as we try to be or is it just/
all about looking after number one?/

Great poem, i like hearing poems of everyday hardship and of things people don't seem to care about. Your poem is sad, becuase it's true. Well anway keep on posting