The Homeless
I watch as you sit alone- dejected
many chose not to see you, nor
to look upon your tear stained face.
We do not know your story-lest we judge
or from where you came-it matters not
although you are a stranger to me-seeking shelter from the rain.
I could help to ease your suffering- show a friendly face,
or I like so many could walk on by, but I think-
'there by the grace of God go I'
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