What Is His Name Poem by little wolf

He walks around the city centre
Sleeps down street Id dare not enter
Cold, hungry and alone
The street is where he calls home

Whats his name?
Whats he hiding?
Whats he got to shame?

Everyday he asks for money so he can eat
The mans so weak he cant get to his feet

Some people walk past and say theyve got no money
Young lads make jokes because they think its funny
People walk past and stair
But who is really sitting there?

This man could have been a business man
Or a great football player
But he lives his life out of a trash can
He will never let you see his hidden layer

Today they found him laying on the street
His face as white as a sheet
He past away in the middle of the night
Under the stars and the moon light

Who was he?
What was his name?