Through The Eyes Of The Homeless - Poem by Wardah Arshad
I sit on the pavement,
Underneath the clear sky,
Through rain or snow,
Day or night,
Through the seasons that pass,
This is where I stay.
I wonder if others see me as human,
Or feel disgust looking my way.
Am I considered a monster,
Because of my overgrown hair?
I don't wish to be alone,
Or as dirty as I am,
But I have nowhere to go,
Every part of me gradually dying within.
I also once had a family,
And a place I called home,
I also once took them for granted,
Look where I am now.
Why are you afraid of me?
Or look at me through pitying eyes?
I am, but, a lesson to all
A dirty old person as my disguise.
I am not insane,
Sometimes I, too, wish to cry
Not for material things,
But for everything that once give me pride.
Stop your tears.
Stop by me for a minute.
And compare both our lives.
Be grateful for what you have,
Be careful of the steps you take.
Look at me then yourself,
Be happy for the roof above your head.
Be thankful of the people around you,
Whether you love or hate.
Life is hard, I understand
That's why I'm still here.
Listen to my unspoken words,
Don't be afraid.
I'm no monster,
Your expressions I can easily read.
As you pass me by,
Don't toss your coin at me,
Also don't be afraid.
Just look at life through my eyes,
And for the better change your ways.
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