Forgotten One
By johnqpublic
I am a forgotten one though you see me each day on random street corners, and in the parks that are your playgrounds My home is the concrete outside the elegant building where you work each day or behind the restaurant where you chat and laugh and shovel down your steak & lobster Your eyes stare without seeing; when you notice me at all you see just a tattered tramp troubling you for spare change You don't see the lines and scars on my face or the wounds I hold within in your world, I am discarded like the remnants of your last meal I am forgotten like the chill of long ago winters Your vision of me: a nuisance if not a menace, a disgusting drunk lurking in an alley, bothering you with my many needs, cluttering your streets as unsightly litter And in the rare moments when you toss me a "good morning" or random smile you don't see the warmth that fills my heart And as you settle down to bed you don't feel the lethal wind that whips across my nest of cardboard and thick blankets stacked atop the pavement your soft shoes trample every day; when you slide into dreams of comfort those dreams don't include the forgotten one. Written December 21st, 2001 © on Dec 21 2001 07:36 AM PST 10 • 0
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"I am a forgotten one..."