Old and Homeless.
The face of the winter moon freezes.
Old and homeless, all will and force spent.
The drip from the chill fog breaks off his dream,
The cold wind harshly combs his bones,
On the cardboard bed, the print of his sick body:
Phantoms crowd his dim hearing,
Blurred sight strains to make things out,
Dry rain of dead leaves drop on this wilted life,
One snapped strand in a web that heaven and earth weave.

Artie.

"Hence the superior must have the inferior as root;
the high must have the low as base,
Lords and princes refer to themselves as 'solitary, desolate, and helpless,
thus taking the inferior as root.
Tao Te Ching, book 2. 86,86a.