The End Is Near... Poem by Paul Barrowman

The homeless man holds the sign while people pass and gawk.
I follow step and do the same. In my mind 'Get a job', In my heart 'Pity'.

My mind 'Ok, its pity, as long as they didn't hurt anyone to get where they are', I continue walking to get a News paper, reading headline.

My mind, ' Jeez if I stood here and held this up, It wouldn't look much different from the bums sign'. My heart, 'The world seems different, its changed somehow ', I toss the paper and continue walking. Someone is yelling, someone is drunk and stumbling, car horn.

I step off the sidewalk and into the building elevator up to the 11th floor, I look out the window. My mind' I want to move out of the city and live by a river, the crowed below looks like a river'.

My heart ' That homeless man's sign makes more cents from this view. My mind' maybe I should prepare'.
My heart 'I need to talk to God'.