You see me on the street begging for money, food, clothes,
anything that I can survive with, but you walk past me
like your better then I am with your fancy cars, clothes,
and your riches of money and home.
I was once like you but now am all alone here on the
street begging for anything to help me survive, I
scavenge in dumpsters, crawl on my knees, cry out
in pain but yet you still do not see.
I am invisible to you because you do not want to see,
the man, woman, or child with their hands out in this
lost world of woe, we were once you, with a home, and
food enough to eat, clean clothing and body, but our
fortunes changed and we crashed here on the street.
Be careful for one day this could be you. You will
then find out how superior you really are, wealth is
only a fleeting idea. One day perhaps you will
see us as we really are, one day you will cry
as we have. Have pity on us we are no longer proud.
Give us your spare change, buy us a meal, drop off
a blanket, we will be eternally grateful to you. Our
lives will be a little richer and we shall be a little warmer,
feel good you have seen the unseen and helped to make
their lives a bit easier. Thank you for seeing us.
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