Stand Still

America’s homeless are people. Worthy of love and respect.

Photo by Matt Collamer on Unsplash

Hey!
Oh… 
guess You’ll be on your way…
i just wanted to say,
If You could spare me some change
that it would make my day.

But guess You ain’t seeing me…
i’m homeless so…
Guess i’m a part of the greenery.
Just another part of the scenery.

Some days i feel like a ghost, 
even i don’t believe in me.
Every day that passes,
i lose a little piece of me.

Time moves on…
And i stand still.
You get gone, 
here i stand still.
The response of the concrete can sometimes be my only reminder
i’m real.

You’d forget that he’s human, 
the way that they do him.
Walk fast, right past.
Stare right through him.

We’re not exactly the same…
I know this is true.
When you walk past this place,
my clothes beat up,
Yours bout brand new.
Please realize… 
I’m a human too.

And ask yourself why,
When I do catch your eye,
When you see me,
How come you don’t see a piece of you?

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