Siting on the curb, head in hands
Everything he owns
In a shopping cart
He pushes across the lands

Despair and hopelessness lay at his feet
He looks capable but of himself, is helpless
Does his dog have water?
Have they anything to eat?

His derelicts can no longer be concealed
He is left a spectacle to all passers by
He lives a procession of downfalls
How far down the scale he has gone!

Perpetually hungry, always tired and often sick
Sleeps nowhere, really
Eats nowhere, really
There is no prospect for a shower.  Really!

Someone hands him a water bottle or maybe a dollar bill
From this gesture from the stranger
He becomes equally grateful
As he is ashamed

Deprived of a sense of belonging within a community
Rather, he is harassed by others living on the streets
He does not have a family, and
Is incapable of acquiring and maintaining lasting friendships

Absolutely alone
Truly suffering
Was it his choices or was it circumstance?
Because he suffers, the whole of humanity suffers