I wept today to see such pain.
The homeless man who bent in shame
And closed his eyes to avoid disdain
While people watched his drooping frame.
And there he slept without a care
With worn out shoes and dirty clothes.
His crown a heap of matted hair,
A disheveled form huddled in a weary doze.
Alone and scared, yet no one dares
Approach or show that he was there.
A ghost or apparition who really cares
About the whirlwind emotions he cannot share.
So,where did he stop, where will he go?
The homeless man who cannot share
His thoughts ,experiences of what he has been through
Chalked up to another example of why life is unfair.
MARYANN BOSAH 