I walk around paying attention to colours,
to faces I see for the first and last time.
Cars and drivers seeking for parking spots,
green light allowing legs to cross sidewalks.
The homeless man with a good morning smile
and nothing else, but hope in his tired eyes.
I see faces, staring the ground, lowered chins,
and wonder why they never look at the sky.
Author notes
To the homeless man who holds the door and greets strangers at the metro station, Antwerp Central.
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Profound...and to the AN notes too, I love PHil Collins and this remindes me of another day in paradise. I pray this man you speak of will receive a miracle soon. He is more worthy than anyone with money, and you know that, your write shows, thanks for sharing and touching hearts. Excellent. Blessings.
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HOODWINKED !
This poem ask a poignant question, Why do the downcast look down and not up? The ever present and ever changing skies are a thing to behold indeed! Thanks for shaing this thoughtful poem with its' delicate character sketch of ramdom people on the streets.
Write On!
You have been Hoodwinked by the Poetic Bandits today because WE CARE!
Dennis 
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Why not look up and see something beautiful, clouds, colors, birds, my father tells me stop looking at the ground when I walk down the street,enjoyed
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Mari, this grips my heart so tightly. Sometimes I think the lowered gazes are to keep them from wishing on the stars, because hope has let them down too often.
Then there are those whose hearts smile despite their human circumstance, and you know they are rich within. I don't understand the inequities...., but we all make a difference if we try.
This is significantly beautiful poem with a big question.
Karen
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Thanks for your wonderful thoughts dear Karen
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Very beautiful; made me wonder too, why some people never look up at the sky!
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Mia, how nice to see your name here!
You look very pretty
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The homeless man seems more alive than the rest indeed... love readin them.. Keep them coming.. :-)
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Therfe is a curious thought behind words shwoing the structureed life of the people with many and many impressions as well..love the scenario of the life..well done..
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From a tale of an ordinary world,
full of concrete streets and glass corners
comes the man that goes unnoticed,
because he smiles and stares
every morning to the skies,
whie the rest are too busy
to even look at one another.
Curiosos na? I always find
intriguing how some cultures
seem to avoid each other as much
as possible, whereas in contrast,
we latin blooded people always look,
always stare...at the same time
friends and family together with empathy
are much more valued and have a stronger meaning
....quite poignant the way
such want is present and
described here... Muito bom!
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excellent~
Love this one sis
So powerful and thought provoking....
Maybe the sun does hurt their blood shot eyes
But still I can' t help but look up every now and then....
Just to see what is going on up in the wild blue yonder
Hugs n love
Your sis
Susan~~~
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Ahh, and your metro helper has the key to it all....everyone is so busy pursuing all the things in this life that are supposed to "make us happy", and they miss what matters....people, interaction, communion. No one will ever lie on his deathbed and say, "I should have worked more hours, driven a nicer car, bought more things, played/watched more sports, etc." It's always something more like, " I should have spent more time with my family, I should have discovered my faith, I should have kept in contact with my friends, forgiven my enemies, played with my children, bought lunch for the man at the metro....etc." It's all about people, and this guy in the subway has none of the other stuff to distract him from what is most important. A beautiful write and observation.
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Sometimes it is necessary to look up and to confront those things we pretend are not there, (if we can't see them they do not exist) How wonderful that someone who appears to have nothing can have the power to transform our day. Nice and succinct piece.
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Sunshine burns tired eyes, singing birds grate on frayed nerves and smiles kill the soothing gloom.
Sometimes it's best not to look up.
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No, no, no!!! You like sunshine, I know you do, you just need to stay awake in the day and sleep in the night,
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I love the title...sometimes we have this facade when we are feeling otherwise. I admire how you describe him with this...especially he is smiling.
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either that or maybe we look at them wen they arent lookin up..
loved it as usual.. moment, feeling, idea captured.
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I never have to look far for someone less fortunate than me. I plead guilty, though, to sometimes being one of those people who doesn't look skyward. Your poem is definately food for thought.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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In the countryside look far, in the city look high.
There's so much to see as you pass by.
A message I tried to teach to youngsters I worked with and a message you clearly demonstrate in your charming piece.
Well done.
Jim
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People move too fast to really appreciate the colors and sights that life has to offer. I like your dedication.. he sees more light in the world, than those who have things he only dreams of having...
touching.
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Amen to that.
Often it's those who have the least, who see the most...
Hugs...Eddy
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Interesting
Isn't it just strange what inspires us? You've stepped into the realm of creativity here... only people who are that can look into the world around them, and turn the negative into something positive. I enjoyed the read.
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I've done the same thing, looked at people, how they look down. We walk right by, never acknowledge each other unless we are forced into it. It's an interesting study. I suppose it makes sense, there are so many of us, we aren't really unique, and yet from our personal perspective we think we are...kind of sad really. I could go on here but it would get odd and boring.
Now I feel like writing a story about that. It would be good, I mean for me. The poem gives me this sense of isolation (my own inference from it) I know of course that you meant it as optimistic, that we should look up, see the world. That'll be in my story if I write it...and no, I won't credit you, I'll make believe I thought of the idea all by myself
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Write soon!
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Perhaps they live close to the earth... I see these people so often too here where I live and so often, we have so much to learn from them. Wonderful observations here, mari.
~ Nicolette
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the man with so little, perhaps has a feeling of happiness in seeing so many people begin to smile; he may be rich in that way, an ability to give good feelings to others... somewhat rare i think... wonderful poem... about seeing something important... PK
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excellent poem.
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