The Man On the Street

The Man On The Street The streets are crowded People walk by not seeing the man standing there He is not old enough to be put in a home He is not poor enough to beg for spare change He is just a person who people do not see They do not know that he has saved their lives They cannot know that in his few years he has lived more than they ever will He watches them as they pass him by He sees the sluts and the addicts He watches as they argue and fall in love He watches the adulterers walk by trapped in their erotic passion He watches as the thief counts his stolen coins He sees those in pain from the choices they have made He watches the innocent and the guilty Those who hurt and those who have been hurt He cries a single tear for them He watches as a child plays at his feet He looks as the child looks into his eyes and smiles And in that child’s eyes he sees hope And he knows that his death meant something It is sad that the others cannot see him So they may find his hope