A poem written by kscorn080(Pete), long, long ago

Old Bill

The old man sat on the porch step

The children all gathered around

He told them stories about his life

Concerning wealth that he'd never found

He told them stories about his dogs and his cats

Some about the people he'd met

The children would listen in wonder and awe

As his old one-eyed dog they would pet

He was a grizzled old man

His clothes were just rags

There were holes in the shoes on his feet

Lots of times they would see him begging

From people going down the street

He gathered papers and picked up cans

Junk in an old wheelbarrow he shoved

But instead of buying the things that he'd need

He bought candy for the kids that he loved

He might have been poor, but he was never sad

He kept a smile on his face

Though his hair was silver and he was old and tired

He tried hard to keep up the pace

It gradually caught him, and one day he died

The city buried him out on the hill

I wonder if the kids ever miss him

Their friend, their old buddy, named Bill.