Today I saw a homeless man digging through trash,Eating crumbs from the Upper East Side.
His eyes were hardened by stress,
An untold story emulating from the way he was dressed.
Surrounded on all sides by millionaires,
Ignored by many with a haughty air.
Their expensive trash this man’s treasure.
A disgruntled man with only a grocery cart to his name,
Had me thinking about how we are all truly the same.
His filth was visible, his shame palpable but hope of redemption irreplaceable.
Money can buy a penthouse view,
But even glass houses will break one day too.
Today I saw a homeless man digging through trash,
Exposing the reality that none of this will last.
This too shall pass.