From the dining table I can’t help but snicker
for pass the window is a young lad bitter
This young lad with his torn clothes
needs to clean up and get off the roads
I cannot help but perceive him as comedy
my minds made up this lads an atrocity
Yet deep down inside I knew I was once there
a homeless man with nothing to spare
But ever since my big break
I have forgotten my old fate
Without realization I made this lad an image
one that portrays me and him diminished
Yet at once I denied my ever thoughts
this lads presence does make me wroth
I opened the restaurant door and preceded to leave
suddenly, the sluggish laid grew closer to me
My morals came strong but crushed by my hate
this grotty lad is far to late
His withering body pushed up some breath
and sayeth to me, “I must say in such distress
Your clothes are lavish, your hair is defined
do you care to spare a dime?”
I looked at him with utter disgust
and exclaimed with utter robust
“Get a job you lousy fool
you reek of savage and battered stool”
The young man cowered and ran away
a man who was beside me then complained
“Dear sir that young man is quite reclusive
sadly his dad is utterly abusive”
As I looked closer I could see the scares
I realized my petty thoughts and my petty heart
Oh how a fool I was, my pride, my nature,
how could I have interacted with such anger
If only I had not prejudged with disposition
its hard to converse due to past conditions
If only I had seen him for who he was, not how he looked
this situation wouldn’t be as bad as it looks
The young man vanished and I never saw him again
to this day I share with my friends
No more will I speak with a prejudged mind
My life because of that young lad is redefined
-Solomon Sanchez
