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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3975 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Homeless Mac (R. D. McManes) I see the homeless guy, existence on dirty city streets his world, an empty corner and whatever the moment brings. No high fashion blue jeans, he dresses in layers tattered rags, hung loose in chaotic disarray. No statement to be made. Holes in thin shoe soles, translates each listless step. Cardboard roofs, newspaper blankets, and second-hand brown bags, safeguards against the outside. No politics, no wars, no nine to five grind. His world becomes simple endowed with one thought. The will to survive another day, another lonely night. The passersby; look down opinionated noses through rose colored lenses one final stamp of disapproval. I know what they think. This could never happen to them but what if, what if it did and I smile. |
