The photographer's name is Attila József
We walk past
Homeless man
We ignore
If we can
Did he fall on hard times? No one to love, No one to care, Did he live a life of crime?
Did he choose to live this way? Sitting in gutters, Living in boxes, Begging from others?
Is it possible he is ill? Mentally confused, Needing some help, But all refused?
Perhaps he is gentle
Loving
and kind
Had a good life
At one time
Is he hungry and tired? No longer has a bed, Or a hot meal, How does he feel?
My heart cries for him
Such a sad sight
Alone and depressed
Night after night
What does he think, In that confused mind?
Does he have clear moments ?
Most likely he has lost his mind
Wondering the streets
Confused
Most of the time
Eventually he will be gone
No goodbyes
No sad tears
No one to say
“I will miss you Dear”
Soon there is another
Sitting in the park
Talking to the pigeons
And a few larks
by Renee Robinson
photo by Attila József, reblogged photo from http://worldofmelancholly.wordpress.com
You might want to check his blog, there are many wonderful photos.
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