Passerby

He Smiled

I passed a homeless man on the street today; he smiled.
Traffic was heavy, I wanted to hear his story, not today, he smiled.
The lines on his face were etched by pain, he smiled.
His story would fill one thousand of the little cardboard signs he was holding, he smiled.
Cars would zoom past, not even taking a look, he smiled.
He drank a warm coke, sat down on the side of the road, he smiled.
The light changed green for me, I drove away, he smiled.
I’ll smile back another day.
© 2017 G. David Steele, All Rights Reserved, International Copyright Secured

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