By Andrew R. Duckworth
Late night on a frozen street,
A brittle man can’t find a meal to eat.
Most of us go on our merry lives,
Envious of rockstars and pop idols,
Not considering the homeless man
Too weak to walk or even stand.
The Lament Poems #2
The Writings of Andrew R. Duckworth
Poetry, Short Stories, and Shared Experiences of Andrew R. Duckworth
The Writings of Andrew R. Duckworth 