Old Man

Old man,
I see you every time,
Every time I pass the liquor store.
With a bottle nearby,
Half empty,
If not empty.
Why do you do this old man?

Old man,
I always see you
Sprawled on the steps.
Unconscious
Next to the liquor store.
I never believed you had
Dreams to dream.
Why do you do this old man?

Old man,
I never pass the liquor store any more.
I can not stand to see you
Nor men like you,
With your faces wizened
From all the alcohol you drink
Your mind drained of all your dreams.

I don't want to see you
Nor people like you
Because you do not show progress of mind.
Now, old man,
I do not care to ask the question,
"Why do you do this old man?"

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