I Sit

A homeless person meditates on life.

I sit

watching the steady

river of life

as it

flows past me

 

I see

hopes

dreams

colours

 

All I ask is a moment of

kindness

 

But even that

they do not give

 

All they see is

shame

 

I am

nothing

 

They are

everything

 

Why should they care?

 

I sit

watching the steady

river of life

as it

flows past me

 

And no one looks my way

The End

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