Passed one on my way to the T this morning
Passed four on my walk to work
And again on my way home

Sat next to one on the train, his smell was thick

I can only look at them indirectly
If they notice I feel obliged
And all I can give will only make me feel more guilt
Knowing that giving all will not help

Where is their family I wonder
How can anyone be abandoned in this way
Some made the choice their own
Those move me to sadness more than any other

So what do I do
I pass one on my way to the T every morning
I pass four on my walk to work
And again on my way home

On my way home