Dead Homeless Man - Poem by Dimitri Jagodinski
I looked at the face of a society death
When I found the homeless man dead with nothing left
My heart burst for sad it seemed
To find a man who died alone in his dream
Lying on the hard brittle frozen ground
Frost covered him all around
I reached down with hopes that I was wrong
To feel for a pulse beating strong
A tear fell down my face
For now I feel the disgrace
His skin was cold blue stiff and lifeless
Learning that life wasn't so priceless
Is society to blame? I do not know
Was his life too him a shame? I do not know
I wondered did anyone remember him at all?
Why wasn't there someone to catch his fall?
We forget about people everyday
Is this the price some of us will pay?
I pondered alone for quite some time
and wondered if this fate would be mine
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