Displaced

I walk among the
multitudes, raw and
careless in their ways; I walk
among the rich men, silk-shirted
tied and smiling days - their
gorgeous houses stuffed and
praised; I walk alone
past beggars in a daze
and see their dirty fingernails, a
haggard face. I walk
among the west end streets, the
unfamiliar city paves,
the noise and grime, the cars
and craves - I walk amid
a life affray, sore
afraid, sore afraid for
there is no smiling hand
to love, no skin
no home, no happy  place -
I walk amid
the human race, displaced.

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