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He sat outside On the pavement In the scorching h

He sat outside On the pavement In the scorching heat His body felt as though it was on fire And he was afraid That he would burn away And leave behind just his ashes For people to walk over As they passed by He wondered at what his existence meant Rummaging in the garbage cans For small crumbs of food To sustain himself Until the day faded And the next day arrived With more garbage to rummage through He watched as people hurried across the pavement The pavement ... The place he knew as home Which was nothing but a block of concrete That people trod on As they hurried to their destinations He wore a piece of filthy cloth As a toga Around himself And considered himself lucky To have atleast Just that one piece of cloth To give him some privacy And to relieve him From having to sit naked On the heated pavement He looked up at the sky For the thousandth time To the gods he believed resided there And asked but just one favor A relief from the heat That was burning through to his very soul Just a shaded shelter Where he could lay As he lay pathetically On the pavement Everyday The young orphaned homeless boy Was seen to all But his sufferings were his alone People passed him constantly On their way to and fro But none stopped And none offered him anything They just had a glance to spare for him On rare occasions And with the glace they cringed away Not wanting to be polluted by him All he wanted Was a shaded shelter A place that he could call home Apart from the dirty heated pavement That he was used to If god would just answer his one prayer And do him just this one favor He would forever be grateful And not ask for more Shaded Shelter
He sat outside On the pavement In the scorching heat His body felt as though it was on fire And he was afraid That he would burn away And leave behind just his ashes For people to walk over As they passed by He wondered at what his existence meant Rummaging in the garbage cans For small crumbs of food To sustain himself Until the day faded And the next day arrived With more garbage to rummage through He watched as people hurried across the pavement The pavement ... The place he knew as home Which was nothing but a block of concrete That people trod on As they hurried to their destinations He wore a piece of filthy cloth As a toga Around himself And considered himself lucky To have atleast Just that one piece of cloth To give him some privacy And to relieve him From having to sit naked On the heated pavement He looked up at the sky For the thousandth time To the gods he believed resided there And asked but just one favor A relief from the heat That was burning through to his very soul Just a shaded shelter Where he could lay As he lay pathetically On the pavement Everyday The young orphaned homeless boy Was seen to all But his sufferings were his alone People passed him constantly On their way to and fro But none stopped And none offered him anything They just had a glance to spare for him On rare occasions And with the glace they cringed away Not wanting to be polluted by him All he wanted Was a shaded shelter A place that he could call home Apart from the dirty heated pavement That he was used to If god would just answer his one prayer And do him just this one favor He would forever be grateful And not ask for more Shaded Shelter
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