Fourth Avenue Road

Trodded lonely down fourth avenue road. Limp grey hair, submissive to the windy day. As the gravel churned beneath , with every greiving step. Thunder cracked, but no muscle twitched. Rampant in fury, docile in content. A faceless man, trod fourth avenue road. Shredded clothes, enraged with dirt. Dry, teary eyes, glistening like sandpaper. Not a roof to shelter, nor a morsel to spare. Alas, pressing forward, never gazing back. Seeping blood, trickled from the heart. Leaving his trail, down fourth avenue road. A facist world, accepting none. Discardment his sentence, alone in their public. A welcome dime, lying in the pavement crack. Shining with promise of a future meal. That shall let him live that one day more. As he, the faceless man, trods down fourth avenue road.