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
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