The Homeless Guy
The homeless guy
In a heartless world
Sat helplessly, leaning his back
Against the traffic light post
The homeless guy sat a few steps away
From the busy church
Where well-heeled footfalls resound
Through the days and nights
Was he sick, drunk, a drug addict
Was he jobless, did he not have a home, a family
He looked neither young nor very old
Almost like a rusted brown autumn leaf
Before it falls to the ground
Immobile, resigned, he sat like a dark boulder
In a worn, oversized dark thrift-store jacket
Who knows what his thoughts were
A few carefully counted coins, a meagre donation
Tossed sometimes into his eager paper cup
A careless gesture of carefree charity
Alas, even the pious priest did not open the church door
And shelter the homeless guy in the secure House of God
April 2, 2018, Krakow
