or bad luck,
or just bad decisions made
over a lifetime
that puts
the man
in the street,
stretched out on this cold day
as people
step around him.
was he ever loved?
did he ever
have a home,
a car,
children, a wife to hold
his hand,
or kiss him goodnight?
what brought him here,
shadowed in stripes
by the bench,
beside
the bus stand?
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