Tattered and frayed
She stands before you
Screaming garbled obscenities
You turn your head and walk past her
Not really seeing nor hearing her

Stinking and dirty
He stands before you
Mumbling distorted words
You turn your head and walk past him
Not really seeing nor hearing him

How many, how many have you walked past
Without seeing or hearing them
Just seeing the despair
That being enough for you
And you walk past ignoring them

How many, how many more will you walk past
Until you see the man or woman before you
The person who was once like you
The person who once had it all like you
With just one turn of the card became what they are now

How long, how long until you too become one of them
One of the ignored, the despairing ones
One of the downtrodden, the forgotten ones
How long, how long do you really have in this world
How long...how long....

wow thats good.

very good and heartfelt makes one think for sure.

thank you, poet........

Very Good CCP... too many people just keep walking...

Like the song "Another day in paridise"