by : Bacardi Gold
28/nov/2021
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finding himself with eyes pleading
lying everywhere with no place to go
on pavements cold as the morning snow
resting his soul living with sad memories aglow
different colors walking through him
slippers and shoes made no difference
he watched them move inside of him
no one felt what his hands were begging
he prayed hard that compassion would grow wings
to fly over and shower him not with earthly things
but LOVE is all he needs and everything will follow
to a soul like him a little kindness people will bestow
you don’t see it but he has his thoughts running
if you could hear his heart and read his mind, saying
“my brain has too many tabs open” swarming his mind
could somebody close one tab by being kind?
too many questions seeking too many answers
without shelter, it’s a survival to the fittest
how is he going to pass the days in serious hunger
the beggar, a part of society’s essential fiber.
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