Rushing footsteps pound the pavement,
Passers by on way to work or play,
Look straight ahead unseeing,
A crumpled figure slouched,
Against a building doorway.
Tightly he wraps his threadbare coat,
Around his body cold and thin,
Shoes worn away from daily use,
Gray matted hair untidily on collar,
His head hung low in shame,
With vacant eyes devoid of hope.
Beside him hat holds meagre coins,
Thrown in by those who do not see,
The small boy playing with a ball,
His face alight with laughter,
Young man who’s starting out in life,
So full of hope for what it holds,
A husband taking care of wife,
Heart full of love and dreams untold,
Once loving father to his family,
Who’ve now moved on address unknown.
Stopped in my tracks with saddened heart,
Wondering what brought him to this place,
No judgment made as to his life,
Until his footsteps we have shared,
Money is place in beckoning hat,
He gives me an unguarded smile,
An insight into previous times,
Which stays with me until this day.
– Yolanda Isabel Regueira Marin –
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