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'