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
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