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A Homeless Man
I walked behind a homeless man;
Such a wise man was he.
He never stopped to talk or stand
And he never looked at me.
He had no hurrry in his stride,
Nor sorrow in his step.
He didn't hold an ounce of pride,
But his confidence was kept.
I fixed my stare so solidly
I didn't watch the ground.
I snapped a twig from every tree;
He tenderly stepped around.
He'd prized a thousand sunsets
I'd seen only second-hand,
He'd lived a life without regrets
And slept where he may stand.
Maybe someday he'll want more,
But for now he's just content
Looking to the walk in store,
Happy with a day well spent.
