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To The Man In the Park

Updated on November 11, 2012

I see you each morning

Leaving your temporary bed.

Under a cover of shadows

You emerge from the park

On your back you carry the world

Your world

Your proof of existence

Everything that matters to you

Bends your back.

In your eyes I see the strain.

The world does not see you

But I see you.

You may not realize

But I worry about you.

Someone cares.

Did you know this?

Although I don't know your story,

Even though I don't know your name,

I care

But I feel helpless.

My heart yearns to help you.

I should be ashamed

That I just drove by you

Again

Without stopping to help.

I drove by like every other person

Traveling upon this road today.

How many other commuters

Feel the same burden?

A burden of guilt

Weighing heavily on my heart.

Oh, hypocrite!

You preach love of neighbor

And you drive by me.

I was naked and you clothed me not.

I was hungry and you gave me no food.

Forgive me.

A vile, wretched sinner.

I have abandoned my LORD.



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      aemillervb 4 years ago from Virginia

      How true this is! I think that there is a man like this in everyone's area.. Very sad.. and sad that we don't stop to speak to him.. Why is that?

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      Open Heart 4 years ago

      Outstanding

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      K.A.E Grove 4 years ago from Australia

      this was a potent hearttouching poem that acutally brought a tear to my eye at the simple truth of your words here. A friendly smile and a caring hand can go along way to changing someones world...

      fantastic poem!

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      Sherri Tuck 4 years ago from Virginia

      I think about this question so many times. We use excuses like not having time or even fear. We don't stop to think that a simple smile can mean so much to someone that is hurting.

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      Sherri Tuck 4 years ago from Virginia

      Thank you.

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      Anil 4 years ago from Kerala

      Good poem, but picture is not enough.

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      Sherri Tuck 4 years ago from Virginia

      Thank you. I work in close proximity to a park where the homeless often sleep. I see them leaving at the break of dawn so that the police will not see them leaving. The poem comes from the sheer feeling of helplessness that I have whenever I see a homeless person. Sometimes all I have to give them is a smile even when I feel like I should do more.

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