Homeless - Final Destination

Laying on a dark street corner the flames of a makeshift fire the only sign of light and a frugal attempt at warmth, on a cold winter’s night lost in thought, or so it seems confused and helpless... stuck in a time zone, unfairly treated unnoticed uncared-for all alone tattered clothes a testimony of neglect it’s merely an illusion... look a little closer at the laughing lines, look a little closer at the sparkle in his eyes... there is no fear a hidden smile perhaps as he struggles for a breath of air, last words uttered… “I am ready... He is waiting” the words of a homeless man on his final destination...