A story sad and filled with tears, happened to fall upon my ears.
The setting in a small quaint village.
The people here did not expect it.
A man not from there came to town, his hair was long and nails were brown. The people saw him as a ***. They didnt care where he came from. They didnt think he belonged here. The man had journeyed far and long. Inside him he had many songs. Some filled with joy and others sadness, the village folk dont understand this. Their lives are simple day to day, they things they do the things they say, the common pleasantries we all deserve, were never given to this man i heard. They all thought he didnt matter. His hair was long so he got spat on. The way that people treated him, just wasn't fair he's a human. His many skills were never used, he was constantly abused. No one took the little time it takes to make or break someone. If they had cared and tried to help, the man might not have froze that night. When winter hit and cold came in, The village folk wouldnt help him. The man had found a place to sleep, upon a bench his life ended. The people cried, I should have helped, but its too late the man had perished.