The Man On the Sidewalk

The Man on The Sidewalk Rushed out by hurried passers into the mid-day sun, I notice the bright blue sky over me; so blue indeed! I turn the corner and notice a man lying down, Huddled and wrapped in a soil torn blanket. My heart is engulfed by a dark phantom cloud, My mind fills with questions of whom, how, and why. There's no hint of his past only a shadowed being, Should I wake him? Only to find his old buried woes. Is it too late to save even himself? Question haunts me. bending over, I try to slip him some lunch money. Someone in the crowd yells, 'He's a lost cause, sir', Awaked the man opens his wide tired blue eyes, Yet, they are as blue as the sky's and more so. His long tangled beard reveals a kind smile, I place the wrinkled dollars into his yellowed hand, Smiling back,I walk away speechless.