I saw a homeless man sitting upon a fifteen foot concrete cowboy boot

He had on about three to four layers of clothing

His grayish white hair was matted and peering out of his dirty cap

His fat fingers were arranging discarded bouquet roses

He was intently placing inside a discarded Styrofoam cup

Several persons walked by all wrapped up in their concerns

But upon his face was the most beautiful smile I had ever seen

Though he too was discarded thus no one paid him any attention

But I saw him

He was smiling for God had given him roses this morning

Society may have discarded him

But in his heart he knew God had not forgotten him

This day with grey overcast clouds and a slight wind breeze

Brushed past the soft red petals held in a discarded cup

For a discarded man who was not forgotten

05/11/2010

Posted on 05/11/2010
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