Homeless Man And Passers By Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

His name little known
Cast upon the NY streets
Forced to make due and roam
Afforded little company
Forced to beg for kindnss
Without a home
A woman screams
At the hands of a thief
A kind man springs to defend
Though his heart is broken
itself on the mend
And before the thief is nabbed
the woman safe
The good man is stabbed
but a gutless criminal so cold
He stabbed a good man
though homeless, lost in the fold
Who only tried to do what's right
A hero to defend an innocent
Tried to stop a mugging in the night
And his final act of grace
before he hit the pavemet on his face
Was to catch the thief and give chase
But he fell in a most lonely place
On the ground bleeding
with people casually walking around
he was left to die on the ground
Too wounded to cry or make a sound
and people didn't even care
to see another homeless man lying there
they just passed him by
or stopped to stare
and one snapped a photo
perhaps for profit or to share
as if that man's life meant less
To not be offered care or tenderness
As his very life left so fast
So cruel and cold how people passed
And I can't help but be reminded
that he's now found a home in a better place
Where souls are kind and full of grace
But the sadness of the image
and the irony will be harder to forget
Some things you learn from and can't erase