Homeless
The homeless man has nothing to be thankful for, from the look on his face he hasn't eaten in days. The time is cold, he’s on the ground …his comfortable bed. The tattered garment on his back can’t keep him warm. He smells like stagnant water, what an unpleasant smell .
Did you look at him? that could be you
He doesn't speak...he sits looking on the cars driving by, no hope in his eyes.
I wonder if he had any children?
He's at the same spot morning, noon and night. What I don't understand is how he got to this point where the sidewalk is now his permanent address looking hopeless.
I hear a lady murmur I think he's crazy, with a scared look on her face. I have a feeling that’s not his story he’s just out of luck...no money, no family just nowhere to go life kicked him to the curb.
Can you help him? it could be you out of luck and kicked to the curb of life
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