Man of Somewhere

A man stands

In the winter cold

covered in snow.

His scarf 

his only prized posession

Blows away with the wind.

But he still stands 

He still waits

for a buss

that brings opportunity.

Help is needed but many walk right by,

do something and feel happier than you ever have.

 

 

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