He sat on a bench
by a busy street
lost ,tired with nothing to eat

The hustle and bustle
of the crowd passing him by
not noticing he was about to die

His head hung low
hands shaking at his side
not showing his pain
just to cover his pride

Lost,lonely and now he died
with no one at his side
did he have children,a wife
or just a lost soul that gave up on life...