I once knew a man

Who I had a liking for

Even though he was kind of hard to understand

He was also kind of hard to not adore

Seeing his inviting smile

As he went through the trash

His laughter being so delightful

As he fought off a raccoon with an ugly rash

I only ever saw this man during the night

Being around in the alleyways, doing whatever

Playing his banjo and harmonica in the moonlight

Drinking all the moonshine he could whenever

He was always fun and nice

Being so full of life, despite being quite a bum

Unless you’re a raccoon or some mice

Then he’ll fight for his life, making you so numb

He would always greet me, say hello

We would always talk for a bit

Talking about whatever, so and so

From how my day was to where he just got hit

We would talk around a local dumpster fire

Have a lovely time

While eating his soup made of raccoon fur

Along with coughing up grime

I would always see him, this old hobo guy

Whenever I could when it was dark out

When the moonlight would come by

And a long trail of moonshine was out and about

I would love how he would make me laugh

How he could be entertaining

With how he played with trash, doing things like calculating math

Or tell me old war and sports stories

I was always seeing this old man

Having fun

Learning about him, his life, his lost van

Pretty much a ton

Until one night

When I saw him lying in the alleyway

Being lit up from the moonlight

Drenched in a puddle of moonshine, spilling all the way

I don’t know how he died

I couldn’t think much, for I was crying

But as he lied

He looked like what I thought of him as so drunk, yet so dazzling