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    Understanding and Kindness

    Her wrinkled hand rested on a gnarled cane
    Patiently waiting out the late afternoon rain
    Bags at her feet, as people hurried on their way
    Wrapped up in their own thoughts on this wet day
    So many years living on out this hard park bench
    Breathing in car fumes and her own unwashed stench
    She watches as people look away so as not to catch her eyes
    And wonders if any of them will ever notice her the day she dies
    Or will she become like one of the park’s many statuettes
    A bronzed corpse etched with all of her remorse and regrets
    All she has ever asked for was a little understanding and kindness
    Knowing full well the world was only filled with brutality and blindness