"The Homeless Vision"

March 15, 2012
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A cold bed of accepting concrete.
The man’s worn face
A wrinkled blanket of regret and worry.
He thirsted for security.
His investment in the world,
only found bankruptcy and debt.
The questions that were unanswered.
His happiness,
robbed from his bony paper figure.
The chilly night approached
the homeless man remained
a secure windowless building
planted solidly on the filthy street
He didn’t move or talk,
but silently stole confidence from everyone that passed by.

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