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He Had a Job
Walking the many city streets and allies day in, day out he never complains. The streets are his home now and he is okay with that, people who see him just walk on by never uttering a 'good morning' or even a 'hi' they see him as invisible. His bed is a big dirty card board box that is behind a old broken down dumpster. News papers are used for his blankets each night he lays down to sleep he prays and thanks God for a good day. The clothes he wears are smelly, dirty, old and worn but he never ever complains. He can't buy anything now because he lost his job of 50 years he holds a small tin cup. The cup some times has a dollar or two but usually it is empty like he is inside. This man once was hard working, had a wife, kids nice house and a warm bed to lay down on at night time, his clothes were always clean, but when the factory closed he lost his wife, kids and the house he had. He never complains because he knows When he walks those streets, allies that someday, someone will see him and know that it could be them walking the streets and alley's and people pass them by.
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