A Broken Man
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When I see a homeless man on the street
I imagine myself there in his place.
Wrapped in a blanket, sleeping on concrete,
a broken man who has fallen from grace;
begging for coins as tears run down his face.
He's not garbage; he's a human being;
feeling the same as you and I inside.
Besides the obvious, you're not seeing
his hurt; set your preconceptions aside
and grasp the shame of having lost one's pride.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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