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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=482833" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Homeless Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those cold hands sheltered in his lap...<br>A simple life chosen to live, perhaps? <br>Could no bed be offered though? <br>Not even a chair? <br>In that desolate, gray street of the city<br>frozen like ice, but still calmly sitting<br>a cigarette is lit<br> and- smoking, fretting, spitting -<br>he makes his retreat from human affairs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so, another lonely story<br>without any care<br>shoots a puffy white cloud<br>of smoke in the air<br>and I can't help but stare...<br>at all of his dreams<br>briefly lingering there<br>as he disappears<br>leaving the cold, winter road seem<br>so quiet<br>and bare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the sun in the sky is<br> In my eyes as it rises<br>I look at this guy<br> As he tries not to cry his <br>Heart out...<br>Sometimes we drive by<br> even though he needs help<br>The indifference within<br> is a sin in itself<br>Only focused on the ladders<br>we climb and we climb<br>And Heaven forbid <br>if you're not to work on time</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maybe he's hungry; he very well could be sad<br>Maybe bad luck's all the luck that he's had<br>Perhaps he was rich and traded stocks for big cash<br>'till the whole market crashed <br>- fortune gone in a flash<br>Maybe he thought, <br> 'In America, land of Prosperity, <br>With so many Christian hearts filled with Sincerity<br>Surely someone will lead me back to the fun<br>I'll repay them their kindness - no harm will be done…'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'…But in the Home of the Brave and the greatest of lands<br>Not one single man will lend me a hand...<br>When an insult and pocket change is all that I find<br>In my sweet home America - I must've lost my mind! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see the sun in your eyes, <br> in the sky as it rises<br>Remember my friend, <br> life is full of surprises<br>And one day…<br>You may find yourself standing next to him</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beggin' for bucks; beggin' for change; <br>Down on your luck; down in the drain; <br>Lookin' aroun' with a frown on your face<br>Cuz you ran outta gas <br>and now your ass is sittin' out of the race<br>Could you ever let go of the stuff you don't need? <br>Or, is it deep in your bones and the blood that you bleed? <br>did you read the fine print in your contract on the day<br>you signed your soul and life away? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, <br>if you ever see a lonely story<br>Without any care<br>cold wind in his hair<br>Mmaybe his thumb in the air...<br>Stare if you dare<br>but, consider it fair - -<br>Fairly likely that one day<br>It could be little <br>old you<br>standing there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ray+Quesada">Ray Quesada</a><div class=q>
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A simple life chosen to live, perhaps? 
Could no bed be offered though? 
Not even a chair? 
In that desolate, gray street of the city
frozen like ice, but still calmly sitting
a cigarette is lit
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