What fills the day
of a lonely heart
a homeless hurting soul?
Have dreams died
of malnutrition
or the death of a thousand cuts?
Does joy pass by
and shake her head
in disdain
lacking compassion?
Does one learn to live in the present
much easier
when there is no future?
I wonder as I watch
on corners where they stand
on sidewalks as we pass
in stores
where our baskets 
hold vastly different provisions.
Unspoken questions
unanswered queries
float around.
Then ever so quickly
I usher them out
for I have a future to live into
and a dreams to pursue
and joy to, well, enjoy.
Who is more to be pitied?

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