Mr Brinker

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...