We see them everyday
with heavy loads
carrying their cardboard signs

faces soiled in sorrow
burdens hunching their spines

we roll our eyes
not knowing
how their lives
were stripped away

not wanting
to finance their addictions
but perhaps
it is the only way
to numb their pain

to drown the reality
hoping that once
their souls are drained

no one will notice
one less hobo on the street
one less mouth to feed

© Donna J. Sanders
Excerpt from the book “Cardboard Signs”
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