Brazen face spotted close – but far.
I see you, I don’t know you.
I don’t live where you live.
I don’t want to visit you.
Your life is not mine – it’s different.
My Joneses won’t let me give you the time of day.
I would say that it’s your lot in life.
I would lie.
My heart it hurts – for you.
I left your city, your neighborhood, your street, months ago.
I still see you, dirty, hungry, sad.
Like your parents must have told you, I can’t do anything.
I am coming - for you.
The tears in my eyes have been forming since I saw you.
In that place, that terrible place.
You deserve, something, anything, to eat, to be loved.
I am here – for you.
You must be here somewhere,
I search these streets, these alleys.
I can’t find you so I ask.
Where is the little boy with dirty face that looked hungry, lost, and alone, - where are you?
You are gone,
I am alone; I am leaving your town, your city, your street, as you did some weeks ago.
I believe, that you are in a better place now,
That God above has a special place for you – now.
I am sorry, please forgive me
©2005 Jim McDowell