Face of Despair
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He always sits at the same corner
with a cardboard sign" Hungry, please help".
He won't quite meet my eyes, but
despair is written in the lines around his mouth,
in his beaten posture, and in his matted hair.
I hand him his lunch and see tears
swimming in his eyes. He knows, and I know,
that this is a temporary fix-
tomorrow he will be hungry again.
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014
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