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I pass him on my way

And sometimes give spare change;

But next day

He is there again.

We smile politely,

Knowing he's well trained

To ignore those

Who ignore him.

He used to have a dog

As neutral in its pose

As his

Even when a coin

Dropped near its nose.

But since last winter's ice

He slumps alone;

The faded blanket 

Loosely wrapped

Leaving just his head

To hint at life.

I could give so much more -

Do so much more

Of course he knows

And know I know.

So what is stopping me?

Brian Hick November 2010

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