It rained today

tons of people passed.

Some in a hurry

Others danced in the stream.

I sat there and watched

Not one dare look back my way.

Would it be so wrong

to have a strangers back?

I still sit here soaked

smell of old pennies and dimes

I ask for a few,

glances then

ignored and disgraced

Routine.

rainwater I taste

my only sustenance for days

though my stomach still howls.

Louder than the rich laughter and cheers

in the rain.

A fellow with an umbrella approaches me now

this sight I could swear it was my grandchild

take me back to those warm memories please,

but he huffed as he stepped over my pile.

On the concrete the world is cold and vile

I once wished to be seen

but now my look has declined

Do I belong in society or do I

now hide under bridges and dark spaces

to be left and forgotten...

Is my face even recognizable to myself?

Times moves on

Find a substance that is warm and pain free,

I hope one day you do not pretend not to see me.