Homeless Man Poem by R.Benjamin Abate

There was

A Homeless 
Man
On a city corner in Philly

Without a cup

For tips
On 
Thanksgiving
 Day
When I was 21-

He was so dirty

On the outside

With his beard
& His raggedy clothes

His scarf-

His black & yellow teeth-

“Black & Yellow Black & Yellow”

Uh huh, you know what it is-
but on the inside

He was so joyous
Somehow-

Because he didn’t

Have a phone

Or a computer-
He had

Very few

Material possessions
& He hated indifference
& There were
 movies playing
 in his head
& He 
was just
 Happy to be