The Homeless Millionaire

There was a hole in his shoe Where a bare toe was sticking out from it The three-day-old beard was black With a sprinkle of grey As was his unwashed hair He seemed he had been wealthy But lost it all in wanting more Because his suit was made by Ralph Lauren Holy and dirty It could been beautiful on him long ago But even his smile was filled with holes And his breath could have killed an army He said that he could use a drink And a cigarette "Can I have a twenty to buy them? " he asked I reached for my purse And took out a hundred As I said: You can have a meal on me too