Silent in our haste to move away
A blind man sits on the cold pavement
Exposed to the relentless elements
Head bowed in shame ..... or exhaustion
His rusted voice stripped of its dignity
Crude sign pleads for hushed mercy
Nickels and dimes, his way of existence
This desperate life not always his anticipated destiny
Once holding lofty aspirations and dreams
Until eventually shattered
By circumstances of destruction
By the anger of the times
Was this fate ever avoidable or reversible
February 2016
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