wrapped tightly in a wool blanket he sits on the park bench cleaning his finger nails out with a key a cart full of his belongins standing near by I approach him and ask if I may be seated he nodds and I sit with him and wait for the bus I can’t help but stare at his misforturne a terrible reality sets in and it becomes clear that this homeless man could be me
Reason for writing:
everyday when my friends and I take the bus into the city we see this same old man he is homeless and he is always resting on the bench..at first we just smirked at him he should have a job and la de da..i was being selfish the morning I first saw him I wanted to buy some leather boots and my father wouldnt give me the money so I through a tantrum..but then I saw that man and the guilt had set in here I was being a brat over something stupid when this man didnt have a home.
Birth sign: Aries
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