It was late last night. I sat on the bench next to a man who I met earlier that evening. I was there to wait for the bus that’ll come in about 30 minutes. He was there, because he needed to rest his legs due to the aches. We both talked to each other for 30 minutes. He told his story, I listened. The conversation was nothing but pleasant. It ended abruptly with the arrival of the bus. I got on it to head home and get warmth from the cold night. I waved to him good-bye with a bid of “Keep warm”. I was heading home. He had nowhere to go. And it was a hard thing to accept.
Wake up, There’s got to be something to do about this.