Such Heartbreak
Tears silently spill, falling freely from my eyes; they pool within my heart, reflecting the hopelessness and desperation etched upon the faces of destitute people, begging on the streets. I am abased. Compassion pleads for me to stop and offer them real help, not just toss a few coins and move on. But I am weak. Embarrassed, I hand them my loose change and walk away: head hung low. Hunger does not smile on an empty stomach, and the sun does not shine in the shadows. There are no happy endings to life's grim facts; society's rejects exist on scraps of charity and the bitter dregs of indifference, handed to them by fate. My soul isn't tethered to high places: it cries out for the urchins living on the streets. The intolerable loneliness and insignificance of their lives have left me overwhelmed and despondent: always on the verge of a tear. And my mood is one of melancholy and disappointment: for I've failed my fellow man, and my conscience shames me into admitting it.
sympathetic smiles
and a compassionate heart...
precious currencies
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