Come to me
I’ll handle your problems
I’ll tell you how much you mean to me
I’ll show you and be with you

A corner of donations
A letter to say I care

One comes and says thank you
I’ll keep you in mind
Another passes but trashes the letter.

Eventually this pattern of take and receive continues
And still not a concern or thank you to him

Days go by which turn into months,
Then years
Until one day he’s not there.

The people question where he has went.
They go down an alley to see him drunk and high
In worry they go to mend to him

In an attempt to save him, they can’t.
He’s taking his last breath and asks for them to read the letter has for every single one of them

It says
“I wish you an amazing day, I hope to see you succeed in many ways.
I hope you make others proud as I have seen you. Smile and keep your head up. I love you and believe in you with everything you do. And we may not know each other well, I want you to know there’s someone who cares for you. No matter what.”

All of them in shock and disgust realizing they took him for granted
Watched him pass away
Never again to be standing.

Though his small letters made an impact that day
It was daily forgotten within a matter of days....

Why? You see, he didn’t matter to the world. He was simply another man to them
Unless he was cared for and seen, unless he made a big name or had a title, he didn’t matter. And neither do I...