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Street Souls
How did he, she, they, them come to be?
Diminished, reduced, and innominate in society
Relegated or maybe delegated to busy city streets and desolate byways
Street souls somberly painting landscapes with a myriad of overlays
Barely decent soles or none at all to cover these souls' feet
Yet a daily trample on sordid sidewalks and weather-beaten streets
Cold nights meet cold stares in daytime
Oftentimes the human cord is disjointed and can be so
unkind
How did he, she, they, them come to be?
No one knows but compassion and love
should be the reality
Copyright ©
Stewart Watkins
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