Who Do You Think I Am
Walking aimlessly through crime filled,
city streets, a lost soul, wondering in
the dark, having no purpose in life, nor
a place to sleep.
His hands trembling, from indulging, in
alcoholic binges, trying to forget and
escape, a myriad of thoughts, burdening
him, in his drunken, stupor state.
Do not judge this poor man, for you do
not know, the struggles he's faced, and
the hurt that his heart holds.
His skin is wrinkled and dried from having
no shelter, and being exposed to the sun.
He smiles as he sits on a bench and
watches an old squirrel chasing another,
for fun.
The winters are brutal in late December,
as he looks for a place to hide. His frost
bitten hands, are hurting so much, he
curses and wishes to die.
How can they drive by and not help this
broken old man? They walk, they stare,
they laugh, and do as little as they
possibly can!
Most people would think he is lost, and
forgotten, but I say to you, God loves him,
and he cares for the poor, lost and
downtrodden.
Reach out
Michael Tor 9/9/2025 For Richard Lamoureux contest. Who do you think I am.
I remember seeing a homeless man. It gripped my heart. I went to a deli
that was close by and bought him two large subs. He thanked me. I'l never
forget the thankful look he had on his face. I said to him pointing up,
thank him. Please go out and reach out to the destitute. It will change your
life forever. Also please take the time and read Richard Lamoureux poem
Broken People if you have not read it.
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