Broken dreams and despair walk the street,
Searching for a place to sleep.
Standing on the street corner with dirty clothes and long stringy hair,
Begging and asking if I have change to spare.
I wonder what happened to these poor souls,
Could they not reach them or did they not have any goals?
There must be a place where they have someone who’ll care,
But they seem to be going nowhere.
Most people are uncomfortable or scared when they are near,
When it’s their life that defines the real meaning of fear.
What was it that got them to such a desperate state?
When was the last time they ate?
We take our food for granted and so much is wasted,
And by the starving and lonely it goes untasted.
They stand there with signs asking for food,
Mostly to receive a lot of attitude.
The mass of cars drive by and pay no attention,
In a rush to get to their destination.
As the cars drive on and the day goes by,
They almost seem unnoticed as no one looks them in the eye.
They’re transparent in a world trying to make things better,
Leaving them hungry and seeking shelter from the weather.
Copyright © Mark Weismantel | Year Posted 2019
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