Jeff

To most people that passed the bench,
on the corner of Sation Road,
Jeff was a nobody.

Battered, broken,
Jeff should've been picked up and thrown in the trash,
Along with the cider can by his feet.

The regular passer by didn't get to know Jeff.
They rushed along, averting their eyes from the stain on society.

They were missing out.

If any one of those hurrying by had stopped and talked to Jeff
Their hearts and their minds would have been opened to the real beauty in this world.

For despite being trodden on,
swept under the carpet,
Jeff had a joy for life that a suit and a briefcase simply didn't know.

Jeff was happy down there with Rover.
They accepted their place,
And took life at their own pace.

The angry people and their dirty looks didn't matter,
Jeff wouldn't have switched places with any of them.