Beggar man sleeps like an
In the doorway of a bar called Heavens Door
The neighborhood people feed him once in a while
He looks a little like Jesus with his reddish beard
Tries to be brave and he will smile
“I’m alright ” he will say if you ask how he is
Sometimes he argues with invisible beings
or maybe its himself
He never changes his clothes
he owns nothing but his rags and a bucket
He turns the bucket upside down
In the daytime perched on the corner
Coins drop at his feet
He will gather them later
when he sees them
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