His name is "Mr. Brinker"

He staggers up & down the street
He is known less than human
To most people he meets.

He picks up the scraps in the trash
Full course meal to him, perhaps..

Begging for quarters, to scrap up some change
Hops on the train
People look at him strange.

No one sees the story behind the man
To even try to understand.

His name is "Mr. Brinker"

Once was with a loving woman
Who he made his wife..
Until to cancer, she lost her life.

Mentally, he became unstable
To mantain his living he was no longer able.

He has no family, he's left alone
Lost his job, they even foreclosed his home.
Left in this world to fend on his own..

Now to the world he's no longer a person

But you see...
He is REAL

The image of the person on the train
Who only is riding along
To shield from the rain.

The body laying in central park asleep
Or the one in the trash, trying to find todays eats.

Everyone has a story to tell
On how they tried at life & failed.

So the next time you come across "Mr. Brinker"
Have a little compassion,
It can happen to you in a blink of a second
In any type fashion...