Homeless
I may look old, but I was young once
I have a lot of knowledge, yet you don't know
People pass me by, but don't offer to help
Sure they may lend money
but that is not what I want
I want to be heard, to be listened to
For I have things to say
I may be homeless, but please listen anyway
I am still a man, and forever will be
Please listen to me, hear me out
For if you listen, you will gain my knowledge
That way, you will not make the mistakes I made
I am just a man
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