The Hoocher Poem by Kevin Condron

Awareness dawns, sounds and light, thoughts are numb
A twitch, a roll a stagger and he`s up
A mirror`s gaze but no reflection
A splash of water and ablutions are complete

Same old clothes for the same old day
He will not shave he will not comb his hair
A gaze out of the window offers all there is to do
He turns away in sadness, this is not for me

Hunger beckons but what a strain
Food is money down the drain
He wanders out, no purpose to this game
Up and down and sideways all the same

A sudden thought and life becomes so clear
It`s time for cider, wine and beer
To numb a pain that wasn`t there at all
Life`s illusions final curtain call