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Many years ago while drifting at night
on streets of what looked like a deserted town
I spotted something little and hidden from sight
shaking and sobbing and just laying down.
It looked like a boy all scared and stressed
blinking incessantly with those tearful eyes
barefoot and lonely and poorly dressed
in something that looked on him undersize.
I looked away not knowing what to do
and kept walking, trying to forget that face
but then as I couldn't and still without a clue
I went back to that sad and disturbing place.
So I kneeled and wiped those tears with a gentle care
picking up the boy somewhat looking like me
while trying to avoid his begging stare
but deep in my heart feeling his plea.
In a strange mix of compassion and cheer
saddened yet relieved almost more than I could bear
I wiped off that last and stubborn tear
that remained on my face back there.