Homeless

I see you every morning after stepping off my train;

I hear you beg for money, and I have pangs of guilt again

Although I do not know you, I go by what I see

Are you a drunkard or an addict?

Or just homeless with nowhere to be?

I really shouldn’t judge you

You could once have been like me

Loved, cherished, respected, I do not know your history

No doubt you must be lonely,

Cold by night, bewildered by day

A home-cooked meal is elusive

As you try to keep the elements at bay

It would be good to stop and talk to you

To find out who you were

To try to get some help for you

To make a better life occur.

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