The Meek And The Destitute

I’m just a vagabond and a street scholar

living a depleted life of squalor.

I’ve made these streets my home,

as I reflect upon this life with a fine-toothed comb.

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Matters out of my control had put me here;

I’d lost my mind for a moment

and then that moment disappeared.

Now, I know not where my life to steer,

or how to reach atonement.

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A hard life led me down a path of mental illness,

now I lean upon a life of complete stillness,

Very little help has found me

as I attempt to climb back on my feet.

The reality of humanity can be so far from sweet.

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I’ve been humbled and I’ve been lost,

my hands shake and crack from frost,

restless from the nights I’ve turned and tossed.

It seems my life’s too high a cost,

and all my options are exhausted.

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Yet, I still see some love in those around me.

I still feel hope in some of those who’ve found me.

I see simplicity a little more profoundly.

I may be drinking from an empty glass,

but I’m still hoping for the future…

not judging this world based upon my past.

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Drugs, alcohol and poor choices

may have influenced many destitute voices.

Yet, still, within our cores

we are so much more

then these mistakes that we answer for.

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We live in a society where the meek and the wounded

are left to rot if they aren’t extruded

into our high and heartless expectations.

These struggles rock us to our weak foundations.

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Sleeping in the frigid cold

without a friendly hand to hold,

I suppose this life just wants me not

as I’m forced to find a place to squat.

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The world’s become so cruel and greedy,

as many turn their noses up to the needy –

for they only serve an unhappy reminder

of what happens to humanity’s poor pathfinders.

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The blame rests not upon the cheap select,

but on the governing society’s effect.

For whatever happens at the top

trickles downwards drop by drop.

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Societies are destroyed from the start

when our leaders lack compassionate hearts.

No love for one another

and we all just fall apart.

If I close my eyes upon reflection

and meditate upon my dejection,

I can see now this present world just a little clearer;

most of humanity is having trouble just looking in the mirror.