The Addict Poem by Randy McClave

See that addict sitting over there
For them do you not worry or care,
Do you not care how they are treated
Or where they are now seated.
Do you only care that isn't you
As you think there is nothing you should worry about or do,
And how most likely it's their own fault
As you rub in their wounds salt.
Do you not care if they worry or cry
Do you not care if they might get sick or die,
Whenever that you see them
Are you not glad that you're not her or him.
Long time ago I was told this
It was spoken to me by my mother sealed with a kiss,
She said, whenever I see a homeless other
Pretend for a second, that's your sister or brother.

Randy L. McClave