the odist man lived in a cardboard box with windows cut out the odist man wore worn out shoes he had no socks the odist man had a broken bike it needed a wheel the odist man tipped his hat he was polite to all he met and came in contact with the odist man smiled though he had no teeth in his mouth the odist man walked miles with sores on his feet the odist man collected cans on broken glass he cut his hands the odist man never cried the blues the odist man was humble he didn't gripe complain nor mumble the odist man died alone in his makeshift home the odist man didn't leave a will the odist man had no generational wealth all he had was his life and one wheel on a bike the odist man outlived all those he's ever known all his loved ones were gone the odist man had no plot he had no stone all that's left of the odist man is this poem the author remain unknown