Cardboard City

Strewn with bottles plagued by vermin –

Such was the place where dwelt the man;

Tatty clothing fell off his skin –

Itself a leather - - yellow tan;

Though aged not now seemed so old –

Along with others of his kind;

He tried to stop from freezing cold –

With bits and pieces he might find;

A dreadful way for Man to live –

The only place he could afford;

Relied he now on those who give –

Whilst wearing he his sandwich-board;

What stories of his life could tell –

The sights the noises and the smell.