I saw a homeless man today, digging through the trash.
I saw a homeless man today; he'd clearly finished last.
I saw the lines in his face, the aging of his skin.
I saw the veins in his hands, the bruises on his shin.
I saw the defeat in his face, the absence of his hope.
I saw the homeless man and wondered: how does he even cope?
I saw a homeless man today and wondered about his life:
Had he ever had a boyfriend?
What had happened to his wife?
What was his favorite color?
Did he have a favorite food?
What about his favorite flower, or the song of his favorite mood?
Had he laughed as a child?
Had he chased around some hens?
Did he get into some trouble?
Did he run the streets with friends?
Had he celebrated holidays, gone on trips with Mom and Dad?
Did he ever sneak home a pet? Did his parents get so mad?
I saw a homeless man today and I realized what I have:
A place to live, food to eat, and someone who makes me glad.
I take these things for granted, never knowing when it could end.
I take these things for granted, never expecting the loss of friends.
I Saw a homeless man today.
He changed my point of view.
I Saw a homeless man today.
And now I ask: did you?
