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...
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