He stands
or maybe he slouches
At the off ramp
Next to the stop sign
I try my my best evasive action
Casting my eyes elsewhere
“Don’t look! Don’t look!”
So filthy
Ragged clothes…matted hair
He reeks of alcohol and urine
I’m sure of it.
And that tattered cardboard sign
Something about food and homeless
I shiver at the thought of him
I dont know why
But I really do
Because I know
That he is me
Before God
(I hope no one else knows)
Threadbare and pleading
I stood there
Waiting for someone
(I knew not who)
Hungry and thirsting…..
Oh the thirst ….
Empty pockets
And souls all sound alike
And I pleaded….
PLEASE!
And for the longest time
No one answered
The beggar?
I know him!
He is me!
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