I’m Still a Man

He sits all alone and sighs

Surrounded by his cans

People passing 

Avert their eyes

Trying to ignore 

The alcoholic man

A man whose love was not returned

So to the bottle he did turn

Not a life he dreamed of

When he was young and gay

Now all he thinks 

Is where is my drink 

And can I afford to pay

He sits and slumbers on his bench

As people pass on by 

Not noticing or seeing 

The tears in his sad eyes

The alcoholic man sits alone 

Sits alone and sighs

Dreaming dreams of yesteryear

And a life that’s been denied