Neatly trimmed hedges
Expensive cars and houses
Neighbors sleep outside

Ice cold winds blow through
Ashland, city of wonders
You wear a thick coat

Walking past clusters
Of less fortunate people
They are just background

"Not always their fault,"
"They're human," "it could be you."
Inconceivable

Walking past hunger,
You spend fifty bucks on lunch.
Insignificant

For you the world is,
Nothing more than what you see.
Sad, not uncommon.