Nobody Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Propped up on his crutches outside
The Night and Day Café, a beggar
A homeless man doubled over,
After I was listening to Robert Francis sing
Cadging my fags leans towards me.
Nobody, I can easily stereotype nobody.
Says he's sorry for bothering me
Tells me he's got no toes; they all froze.
I got frostbite sleeping rough once.
I asked to see, and he promptly obliged.
And shortly thereafter, barefoot, he smiled.
To him, it was like a war wound.
A badge of honour that legitimised
His emboldened approaches, head-on
We passed pleasantries, and he shuffled on.
As Robert Francis sang one last song,
Junebug, if memory serves me well
I remember everything.
I remember everything.
I remember everything, oh.
You were beautiful then.
I'm still in too deep.
Lyrics written as an ode
About a young girl lost to this world
An echo of this loner leaving
With a shuffle and fiery eyes fading
Like the lit cigarette butt in his left hand, waving
Just another vulnerable life lost, worth saving.
Punished internally and externally for drifting
Into the headlights, into the storm alone
Praying for a phoenix tail to flare a vibrant red
And say you're near but you're not yet dead.
Swinging on the trapeze, hell for leather
Please, please don't fall any further
I can't save you from the danger
I myself am just kicking stones further on down the road
I'm not nearly as cold as you, but I'm feeling empty, too.
Keep me alive, give me a light.
I'm near, losing my own fight.
I could fall in the morning dew, I thought you should know
I am a homeless man, as well.
Under life's magnificent fickle spell.
I want to wave goodbye before even you.
But I don't want to waste my last breath on regret.
Not when we should give thanks and celebrate. Everyone!
Because even love on crutches can skip with a gait
And dance like a Junebug before it's truly gone.
All of this as Robert Francis sang one last song.
Junebug, if memory serves me well
I remember everything.
I remember everything.
I remember everything, oh.
You were beautiful then.
I'm still in too deep.
I'm still in too deep.
Saddled with grief, the memories of losing you.