Do you see?

I mean really, truly see,

The lost and broken souls

Who inhabit shop doorways?

Sitting cross legged, vacant eyed

Faithful, unknowing, pet at their side.

Hat, flat on the ground,

Adorned with lonely foreign coin.

Anesthetized by drink,

To help them think of better days

And warmer ways to live their lives.

Remember this;

Fate can kiss the best of us,

Even as we we rush

Blindly

Past.

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Owain Glyn