He stands on a corner with a sign in hand,
He's looking for help but makes no demand.
Some look at him and may feel sad,
Others judge the life he's had.
I may not know what brought him here
Or makes me want to shed a tear.
Did he serve our country and offer his life,
And can no longer handle the strife?
This man who sits on the cold, cold ground,
Looking for the peace he has not found.
The corner is empty he's nowhere around,
And all that's left is his sign on the ground.
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