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He sits around a table

Lost in his own little space

Fondling his cold coffee cup

In a lost, bewildered place

Talks to the empty chair

That’s seated across from him

No one answers back, you see

Or wonders where he’s been

It’s a solemn conversation

About how his life could be

Do not look at him with disdain

One day it could be you or me


Sadly, this is a true story. So many people, especially around the holidays, are simply looking for a smile, a hello, recognition that they exist. Smile at a stranger…you may be the only light in a very dark place.


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