Windows to the soul
They sleep on the streets
They beg you for something
To eat
Sidewalk surfing their
Life away
They learned long ago
Not to look you in the eye
It's been said that
The eyes are
Are the windows to the soul
And they are soul weary
And people are mean
It is hard to live hand to mouth
It's hard to live day to day
When your world
Is only as big as
As a bridge abutment
Or corner store doorway
Chris McQueeney
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