A HOMELESS HUMAN AND A HOMELESS HOUND By Jasen Sousa
A HOMELESS HUMAN AND A HOMELESS HOUND
They sit side by side,
drool drips off their faces and splashes onto the ground.
They sit with their eyes open painfully wide,
a homeless man and his homeless hound.
They look like they haven’t eaten for weeks,
get close enough and you can hear their stomachs growling.
Hair covers their cheeks,
one was asking politely for money, the other was howling.
The dog wags its tail and the man waves his hand,
hoping to catch the attention of someone strolling by.
Someone has to know how they are feeling, someone has to understand,
no one has made eye contact, they both sigh.
This is their daily routine,
you have to wonder what keeps pushing them to find ways to survive.
Their corner is located in front of a church across from a manhole cover that spews steam.
The rest of the world never notices they are alive.
Taken From
Almost Forever By Jasen Sousa (Written between age 22 and 23)
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They sit side by side,
drool drips off their faces and splashes onto the ground.
They sit with their eyes open painfully wide,
a homeless man and his homeless hound.
They look like they haven’t eaten for weeks,
get close enough and you can hear their stomachs growling.
Hair covers their cheeks,
one was asking politely for money, the other was howling.
The dog wags its tail and the man waves his hand,
hoping to catch the attention of someone strolling by.
Someone has to know how they are feeling, someone has to understand,
no one has made eye contact, they both sigh.
This is their daily routine,
you have to wonder what keeps pushing them to find ways to survive.
Their corner is located in front of a church across from a manhole cover that spews steam.
The rest of the world never notices they are alive.
Taken From
Almost Forever By Jasen Sousa (Written between age 22 and 23)
©