Dimitri Jagodinski


Dead Homeless Man

I looked at the face of a society death
When I found the homeless man dead with nothing left
My heart burst for sad it seemed
To find a man who died alone in his dream
Lying on the hard brittle frozen ground
Frost covered him all around
I reached down with hopes that I was wrong
To feel for a pulse beating strong
A tear fell down my face

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