Man of Somewhere
A man stands
In the winter cold
covered in snow.
His scarf
his only prized posession
Blows away with the wind.
But he still stands
He still waits
for a buss
that brings opportunity.
Help is needed but many walk right by,
do something and feel happier than you ever have.
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