What a terrible way to live

There lives by my house, a drunkard
Who sits all day on the street
Wasting away his life.
I see him everyday
Sometimes twice
And wonder why.
Some days I see him by the sea shore
Looking out into the ocean
Laughing aimlessly at the wild horses frolicking in the water.
I feel sorry for him.
I am judging him, of course
But when will he learn a different way?
Does he not know he should change
Before it’s too late?
What a terrible way to live.

© 2013 Marlon de Souza. All rights reserved.

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