Strangers;
we pass them by everyday.
Some rich, some poor.
Homeless souls on the streets
Begging.
Starving.
Wounded pride on their faces.
Handicapped. Runways. Homeless.
Does anyone care?
"Can you spare some change," they ask.
Why do we ignore?
Our eyes blind to what our heart
can really see.
The old man asking for change
as the businessmen shutter their request,
all not realizing
It is God in human form.
(Avatar means God in human form)
I hate that, see it all the time in NYC... thanks for writing this poem, i totally relate.