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There is a man
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Sadness There is a man that I pass every day on the street.
His clothes are dirty and he smells of feet.
He waves and he smiles with yellowed broken teeth.
He holds up his sign and begs for food to eat.
Some walk by and others throw change but what he really wants is to lesson his pain.
For a friend who shares and for someone to care.
For someone to ease his fears.
To forgive his mistakes through the years.
He's cold and ashamed of what he has done.
Seeking relief and someone to love.
So don't walk by.
Stop and look.
Smile and him and give him a hug.
Cry with him and give him a friend to love.
