He Suffers, Dont Be Blind

That man in the white shirt. You know you see him just as I do. His heavy eyes and dirty pale skin. I wonder what his story is. His hands rough and cracked. I wonder how long he's been drifting. His appearance rather deceiving. I see you cringe at his stare. Does he make you feel uncomfortable? Looking out from behind his eyes I wonder what he sees. A life similar to the one he once had. No one starts out that way. Are you curious to if he's okay. Where are his loved ones? Does he know that he is loved. Such thick skin he has. A life on the road. I wonder, does he even want to let anyone in. A life of desolation truly a wonder to behold. Could you imagine the stories this poor soul holds. We all have our ups and downs. Just because you have nothing does not mean you came from nothing. And even if you come from nothing doesn't mean you mean nothing. That man in the white shirt could be your brother, your father, your friend. He's no different, only human like yourself. That thick skin does not make him fearless nor without pain. Please I ask you, put yourself in his shoes. Would you want to be treated the same..