savior-faire the sidewalk hardens where the old haggard man sits strumming his guitar with his old haggard hand. A hat at his feet contains his salary and the day is new but not for him he's relived it many times before and so has the lonely pretty woman passing the old haggard man who strums his guitar for her deaf ears. She's finally immune to reality and maybe the shot didn't hurt her but it still stings the haggard old man and his haggard old hands that are still strumming his guitar a boy hears his strumming going to school everyday and he won't get the juice his mom gave him fifty cents for because he can hear the music of the haggard old man who strums his guitar with his haggard old hands out of his pockets come the two shiny quarters and he tosses them into the hat at the old mans feet and listens to the sweet sound as the quartes mingle with the the others and it harmonizes with the strumming coming from the haggard old man and his haggard old hands sitting on the hard sidewalk beneath
Reason for writing:
it's a true scenario. I saw a women who was obviously well off walk right past a homeless man but a young boy, who probably didn't have much money threw in his change. Sometimes things like that just strike me and I have to write about about it. So that little boy was my inspiration.
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