Day Two Hundred Ninety One, November 9, 2011

They walk the streets, looking for scraps, begging for attention, praying for kindness, hoping for a kind soul, questioning their existence, wondering what their day will bring. We see them, we cringe, we feel some guilt, we help them sometimes, we feel good for a moment and then we do them the greatest insult of all, we forget them.

This drifter will not be forgotten.