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 feelings as you inside.
Besides the obvious, you're not seeing
him until you set your blinders aside
and grasp the shame of having lost one's pride.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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