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It has been years Since I slept On a park bench On a playground slide In a ***** hallway With a broken window But I see me in him Strange haircut Face tats Slightly ***** Talking to a stranger And crying I walk by Afraid to interrupt But in the store I plan out how I will Help Exiting excited I find he is gone I drop my car At the mechanic’s shop Across from Walmart And walking away Almost stumble upon A nearly slumbering form I mumble some Pleasantries Pass him a ten And let him be It rains that night But I don’t think About him at all Next day the car is fix I head home And see him walking I open my car door To give him a ride to the store One open bottle of cider alcohol Out of a six pack I have to stop myself On the verge of judging But who am I He accepts my ride Putting the seat back To fit him and his backpack And blue tarp I drop him at the front spot I sit my care safely in The parking lot Then come back Offer him a phone call And sit and wait And sit and chat He says that no one Has ever done that He tells me that People in town Have been nice And now he has a ride Up to Peoria I give him another five And forget about him Till now
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Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 7:39 PM UTC
I Didn't Even Get His Name
It has been years Since I slept On a park bench On a playground slide In a ***** hallway With a broken window But I see me in him Strange haircut Face tats Slightly ***** Talking to a stranger And crying I walk by Afraid to interrupt But in the store I plan out how I will Help Exiting excited I find he is gone I drop my car At the mechanic’s shop Across from Walmart And walking away Almost stumble upon A nearly slumbering form I mumble some Pleasantries Pass him a ten And let him be It rains that night But I don’t think About him at all Next day the car is fix I head home And see him walking I open my car door To give him a ride to the store One open bottle of cider alcohol Out of a six pack I have to stop myself On the verge of judging But who am I He accepts my ride Putting the seat back To fit him and his backpack And blue tarp I drop him at the front spot I sit my care safely in The parking lot Then come back Offer him a phone call And sit and wait And sit and chat He says that no one Has ever done that He tells me that People in town Have been nice And now he has a ride Up to Peoria I give him another five And forget about him Till now
#humanity#homeless#compassion
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Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 7:39 PM UTC
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