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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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