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Where Are You Today
 







Where are you today?


The heart that holds the memories
Of a family .. home .. and Christmas trees


Where are you today?



The homeless . . . elderly . . . silent man
Whose vision lives in shades of gray and black
That walked the city streets where I call home
The difference . . .
His entire life contained in bags of green
. . . Seen always to be alone


Given only a nod
If by chance our eyes should meet
His eyes holding mine within a vacant stare


Not once did the question find its voice
        Could you help an old man out
With a bite to eat?
         

Was it the Veteran that I was to meet
Who found life at home a different war
Living now alone upon homeland's streets
A bagged bottle to be his only warmth


Or was he the grandpa that will never know
The loving embrace of a grandchild's glow
Does he cross another's mind
Does someone pray for this life to find



Where is this man today?



As I awoke to pull my blanket tight
Against the chill that claimed the night
Your face appeared before my eyes
                         . . . . Wondering if you are still alive







No sight of you have I seen
You only haunt my restless dreams


As Summer sun gives way to Fall
And Winter soon will come to call
I wish I had extended my hand to you
Not turned away as we all seem to do


If only I had asked your name
Asked of the world from which you came
A small dignity I could have given back to you
In your wold you know so few


What could I have learned of you
From within the life you are forced to view


Your face represented
in growing numbers
Upon our world's cities streets


Among a sea of faces your eyes
Will be the memory I will meet



Where are you today?















WANTED

The world to take the time to recognize
There but by the grace of God go I





Original by Lesa Gay
Aka
Aspiring Angel


Title
Where Are You Today


Audio

Oasis
Artist . . . Kitaro


Anything Goes
With Larry



A remarkable resemblance
Of my Homeless Man
Found on google image search

It seemed I would see him
Each time I was out and about

Chance meetings
Always held in silence

I have not seen anything of him
Now in months

He is the inspiration for this write
The faces he represents
A true sadness







By aspiring_angel

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