The Sad Homeless Man Poem

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The sad homeless man on the street,
His plight so heartrending, so bittersweet.
He wanders aimlessly with tattered clothes,
His body shivering, his spirit froze.
He once had a home, a family so dear,
But life's cruel blows, he couldn't bear.
Now he sleeps on benches, in the cold,
Hunger gnawing at him, feeling old.
He begs for scraps, a coin or two,
But most pass by, without a clue.
His eyes filled with tears, his heart in pain,
Lost in a world that's harsh and vain.
He dreams of warmth, a roof above,
Of laughter, comfort, and mother's love.
But fate has dealt him a cruel hand,
Leaving him destitute, unable to stand.
He longs for kindness, a helping hand,
A glimmer of hope in a world so bland.
But society looks away, ignores his plight,
Leaving him invisible, hidden from sight.
So he wanders, a ghost of despair,
With no one to listen, no one to care.
His heart heavy with burdens unknown,
Walking a path, he treads alone.
The sad homeless man, with stories to tell,
Of a life once lived, now a living hell.
His voice unheard, his cries ignored,
In a world that's turned its back, so cold and hard.
So if you see him, take a moment to pause,
Extend a hand, without any cause.
For in his eyes, you may find your own reflection,
A reminder of our shared human connection.
Let's show compassion, let's lend a hand,
To lift the spirits of the homeless man.
For with a little love, a little care,
We can bring hope and make the world more fair.