Why?

(poems go here) As I stood there staring into this stoic figure I wondered why? He sat motionlessly Only showing signs of life through the shivers caused by the bitter winter winds All he had was his own hot breath to keep warm His long blonde mangled hair flowed down his boney frame While his darkened dirty rosy cheeks drew you to his smile-less mouth Glossy green eyes showed shame and fear What had become of this strange man? Who was he before the plague hit? And why? Why wasn’t anyone willing to stop? Are we too naïve or too ignorant? It was obvious he was too proud to beg Too weak to budge off the icy cold concrete Too miserable to even try Standing in the presence of this brave, broken-down man my chest began to feel heavy Hot salty tears blinded my vision In guilt and in sympathy I just walked away from the stranger Only to leave him with a cup Half empty with the haunting memory of all he has lost Half full with the hope that someday he will be found And a refreshing drink to replenish his foible heart