Broke and broken, it is hard to see our shared humanity,
to understand how you have fallen so low while we were
all grabbing at that brass ring and grasped it for a while
to varying degrees. The life ahead of you is hard to see,
painful to contemplate at length, will you be sleeping on
a sidewalk tonight? You are so disenfranchised yet still
polite. I wish I had the key to fixing your life, you still
have the vestiges of middle class pride, how could your
family have let this happen to you? Will you be one of
the few who have the opportunity to invent yourself
anew? Nothing to do all day but ask passersby for
money, stuck outside weather it’s rainy or sunny,
bored and sick of the same old thing and to make it
worse, some people are mean, you feel as if your life
has no value and are afraid it is true when people are
less than kind to you. I can’t imagine how awful it
feels to have nothing but what you beg, borrow or
steal. Who will you turn to for help getting off the street?
Who will see you and what you can really do when
someone believes in you? I know you can’t be saved
by a dollar or two. I look away because I don’t know
what to do. I hope you will find a better truth
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