That Man, The Filthy One

Homelessness

That Man, The Filthy One 

He walks in with a dollar and a dime

You look and see a filthy man 

The stereotypical middle aged,

Seemingly drug addicted,homeless man

He asks for a nickel and no one sees

Some look but pretend they didn't

Others grimace and walk away

You look at him in disgust

Warning your kids to stay away

Not giving a second to think 

He is loved by someone 

Wherever he is

Under the bridge

At that shelter

Never seen again 

People go looking

But to no avail

Bystanders say they've seen him

Only he is nowhere to be found

The people walk by

Not noticing

The pain and scars

The lost hope

The defeated 

The people walk by 

Not knowing he is 

A Father 

A Son 

A Brother 

A human they are dehumanizing

That man,

The filthy one

The guy who asks for a nickel 

The one I miss

Is loved 

Wherever he is 

Author: April Rose Pierce

Reviews

[Nathan Spark]

I really enjoy your writing.

[ARpoetry]

Thank you!!