Who Do You Think I Am

Walking aimlessly through crime filled, city streets, a lost soul, wondering in the dark, having no purpose in life, nor a place to sleep. His hands trembling, from indulging, in alcoholic binges, trying to forget and escape, a myriad of thoughts, burdening him, in his drunken, stupor state. Do not judge this poor man, for you do not know, the struggles he's faced, and the hurt that his heart holds. His skin is wrinkled and dried from having no shelter, and being exposed to the sun. He smiles as he sits on a bench and watches an old squirrel chasing another, for fun. The winters are brutal in late December, as he looks for a place to hide. His frost bitten hands, are hurting so much, he curses and wishes to die. How can they drive by and not help this broken old man? They walk, they stare, they laugh, and do as little as they possibly can! Most people would think he is lost, and forgotten, but I say to you, God loves him, and he cares for the poor, lost and downtrodden. Reach out Michael Tor 9/9/2025 For Richard Lamoureux contest. Who do you think I am. I remember seeing a homeless man. It gripped my heart. I went to a deli that was close by and bought him two large subs. He thanked me. I'l never forget the thankful look he had on his face. I said to him pointing up, thank him. Please go out and reach out to the destitute. It will change your life forever. Also please take the time and read Richard Lamoureux poem Broken People if you have not read it.