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Strangers;

we pass them by everyday.

Some rich, some poor.

Homeless souls on the streets

Begging.

Starving.

Wounded pride on their faces.

Handicapped. Runways. Homeless.

Does anyone care?

"Can you spare some change," they ask.

Why do we ignore?

Our eyes blind to what our heart

can really see.

The old man asking for change

as the businessmen shutter their request,

all not realizing

It is God in human form.





(Avatar means God in human form)

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Solus Sagittarius's picture

I hate that, see it all the time in NYC... thanks for writing this poem, i totally relate.