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A Simple Sign
He stood on the corner
holding a sign up for all to see.
Not a very big sign,
just a piece of cardboard,
words written with children's crayon.
Gloveless hands palsied by icy wind.
Feet, sockless, fitted with old, too tight sneakers,
splitting at the seams, numb with the piercing cold.
Jeans, holed and frayed at the cuffs.
A jacket, outlived and ill-suited for frigid winter,
hung about his gaunt, shivering frame.
People passed him by, ignored him,
or eyed him with disdain.
Still he held his sign up in the damning cold.
A simple sign, ...