The homeless young man pushed his cart a long.
Half full of the things he had picked up along the way.
He skipped gleefully and reached the sidewalk.
The smile exposing his inner self.
His haircut was patchy.
The life he lived was much like that haircut.
some of it was bare and exposed.
Other parts were bushy and overgrown.
There was a happy soul in this man.
Not a bitter one.
I offered him an ongoing blessing.
One from a wish I had that he would live.
That he would continue.
Despite his rough streetness.
That he would find food and shelter.
Remain happy go lucky.
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