Homeless
When you pass me on the street, are you appalled by what you can see?
Can you even try and imagine the person that I used to be?
Was I sitting too close, did you get upset because I wouldn’t budge?
Did you see my dirty clothes and suddenly feel the need to judge?
Can you guess where I slept last night? I had no pillow, not even a sheet.
It was on a dirty slab of sidewalk, right down at the end of this street.
Did you turn your head and giggle when I was talking to nothing but air?
On Sunday while you were sitting in church, did you think of me or even care?
What if I served our country and came back with a clouded view?
Imagine that I lost my mind and maybe my leg, fighting for all of you.
Would you feel any different if you realized any of the horrors that I have seen?
There is a reason why I’m all alone and my clothes aren’t clean.
What if you were hungry and I gave you my last piece of bread?
Would you still walk by me with disgust and wish that I was dead?
Think about what I have lost when you get home, and your day is completed.
There is a reason why I’m out on this street and I look so defeated.
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