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-Invisable Man
Who are you, invisable man? What is your name?
Hundreds walk past you daily, never looking into your eyes.
Giving you a wider berth, avoiding contact.
Clutching their purse and packages just a little tighter.
What is the fear they hold silently within?
Is it the fear of a stranger in dirty, ragged clothing?
Or not knowing if this stranger is 'safe' or a lil crazy?
Perhaps they fear themselves.
Not knowing how to react, what to say, or how.?
Can they find the compassion in their hearts,
or a moment or two in their busy lives to softly smile,
say 'Good Day' or drop a few coins into an open hand?
Do they fear the possibility of this becoming them,
just two missing paychecks down the road?
Or are they truly cold, uncaring, lacking compassion?
"Hello, what is your name, invisable man?"
More valuable than a few coins dropped into the cup,
mutual respect between one human being and another.
May your summers find you a shady tree, winters a warm bed.
Nights, a soft place to lay your head, and your days---
a friendly smile from strangers.
Kim, they say (beware of "They Say!") that all poetry is auto-biographical. Do we write about what we fear may be US someday?? Do we write so that "They" will know who we were, after we are gone?? This piece is good in that the way the original poet inspired you is going to make HIM unforgettable, as well as you. Nice work, as usual (but I DO NOT TAKE YOU FOR GRANTED!). Teddy.
"Poe" I'm not, nor "Rich" am I,
but I'll be famous, b'ye and b'ye !