The homeless guy was stretched out
On
the sidewalk, looking dead,
In
stocking feet without, much less,
A
cushion for his head.
The
passersby all stopped to look
But
then went on their way,
Another
small annoyance which
Would
mar their busy day.
Though
I didn’t really want to
Interfere
or get involved,
I
called the city hotline,
Knowing
nothing would be solved.
A
round of questions followed,
Then
they told me help would come.
I
walked away for other people
Stayed
to beat the drum.
A
little while later
I
passed by that spot again.
No
one was on the ground but there
Was
no cause for Amen.
For
there across the street he sat,
Propped
up by building bricks,
Not
appearing any better,
Just
a temporary fix.
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