Homeless

How many times do you walk by the homeless people and turn your eyes to avoid theirs? Their hollow hearts cry out for food but you know your coins will stay in your pocket. You can't help but taste the sweets you will buy with them.  Just as you cannot help but think of the meals it would buy those wretches with their hands outstretched.

How many times do you walk by the love-lost and turn your feelings away from them? Their shattered souls cry out for compassion but you know your arms will stay at your side. You cannot help but think of the warm welcomes at your destination.  Just as you can't help but think of the momentary relief it would bring those wretches with their hearts outstretched.