On the Sidewalk
Here I stand on the corner,
holding out my hand.
'Can you spare some change,
for a cold and homeless man? '
But the feet they keep on rushing by,
the eyes avoid the sight.
Afraid of me. No dignity.
A sad and lonely plight.
Look me in the eye.. I'm Human.
I still have my pride.
Though I ask for your compassion,
I search for strength inside.
Strength to struggle onward,
past the hopelessness and shame.
Courage to face the new day,
another chance to try again.
poem by Angela Michel
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