Prompt 11- Bob The Luckiest Man Alive

I met Bob for the first time

Four long years ago

He had a car then

He walked slow but deliberate

His hair cut, washed and combed

In his Sunday best

He always left a tip

A big smile, a friendly personality

He was the luckiest man alive.

 

He disappeared for a while.

He returned without a car

Without a hair cut

His clothes more tattered

Pushing a walker laden with his life

His body more frail, his smile more crooked

Still he would tell you whether you asked or not

He was the luckiest man alive

 

He told me his story one day

Parts at least

He had been hit by a drunk driver

He had been in a coma

Woke up, unable to walk

His wife deserted him

His new life was hard work

But he was alive

he learned to walk again.

The Jehovah’s Witnesses had been there

And every Sunday he tries to make church

Whenever he possibly can

God has blessed him

He is the luckiest man alive.

 

He pushes his walker, sometimes attempting to run

Across a street or along the highway

His legs barely working

He has almost gotten hit

Too many times to mention.

He told me the worst part

Was never feeling clean.

I saw him pee by the side of the road once

The bathroom too far to go.

He always tells me, he tells us all

He is the luckiest man alive

 

Once I found him asleep on the sidewalk

He looked dead

The police came, they knew him well

He had walked too far and just couldn’t go on

They shewed him away

Sent him down the highway

He struggled to stand

But he made it a ways

Bob never gives up

Never gets upset

He is the luckiest man alive

 

He lives in whatever parking lot he can

Tries to be a good citizen

Cockroaches fall from his bags

He has a tarp for when it rains

People buy him food sometimes

He smiles and chats

His hair long and tangled

No one really cares, no one really helps

But Bob will tell you

He will always tell you

He is the luckiest man alive.

 

I wish I could help him, take him in

Help him find warmth and love and safety

But each day, he struggles along

Alone

Step by careful step

One long day into the next

He is a good man, a kind man,

He tells us all

Anyone that will listen

He is the luckiest man alive

 

I believe he means it too.

 

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