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Boxed
 
Someone sleeps tonight inside a cardboard box
midst the mocked wilderness of a light-bright city.
I saw him at noon on the corner with his sign,
“His problem,” I told myself, “is not one of mine.”

Someone sleeps tonight inside a cardboard box.
He was a son of promise
who vowed to make
his widow-mother proud.
But without a father’s guiding hand
he joined the wrong crowd.
.
Someone sleeps tonight inside a cardboard box.
He drank his body down, groveled on the ground.
He had a girl who could have loved him to life
but she lacked the will to save him as his wife.

Someone sleeps tonight inside a cardboard box,
ten degrees will kill him before another dawn.
He practiced little evil and did little harm.
A news report caused the citizenry to yawn.

Chances are someone like him
is cardboard-boxed in every city.
They cling to hope at the end of their rope
but I and legions seem absent of pity.

By poetryaa3

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