you are a happy man
so you claim to be
inheriting a fortune
from the rich ancestors
imbued with culture
from the good universities
that provide you the best
education in the
city
and one day
at early dawn when the rain just stopped
pouring from last nights
tempest
you see a man wrapped with plastic
sleeping on the concrete bench
of the town plaza
he has nothing
not even hope
and you just pass him by
but your thoughts capture
you and puts you in
this prison
of emptiness
and you come back
to see if he has shoes
that you can wear
to make him dance at least
using the smooths soles
of your feet
even for that imaginary
moment
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