He stakes his corner on a busy street His meager possessions strewn at his feet Lines of suffering etched deep in his face Alone he sits in his small confined space. A homeless man a forgotten soul Reduced to nothing with a begging bowl His days are tough he sleeps out rough When do we say this is enough. Then one day he was there no more What became of him where did he go Are we so heartless that we turn away Ignore their plight get on with our day. What was his story in a different life Perhaps there were children a loving wife A daunting thought just occurred to me This could happen to you or even to me. Would I open my home and offer a bed The answer is shameful it pounds in my head I don't trust strangers it's not my concern A poor response-there's so much to learn.