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Jan 2013
Slowly I walk past you
Just sitting there so hopeless
With the same outstretched hand
Your face ridden with despair

I walk by trying to pay no heed
To your fragile frame
Turning a deaf ear to your plight

Deep within I try to hide
My emotions not showing on my face
My eyes turned cold
As the day speeds along
I find the face of you so haunting
It sends shivers deep within my soul

You ask for nothing
Yet your eyes so desperate
Your body barely heated
As you shiver in winters grip

For a second
Two souls collide
And I turn around looking back on your presence
So blind to your surroundings
You withdraw your arm

Forgive me
For being ignorant to your plight

Your eyes say
God bless you sir
How it feels to me when I come accross a soul who lost all and relies on handouts -begging for money or food at a street corner!how blessed are we!
Written by
FredErick le Roux  M/south africa
(M/south africa)   
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