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A Self-Absorbed Life?
I bumbled down the long, winding road,
when, in the shadows, is that..? Yes!
A man engulfed in sorrow, blubbering by the road.
I pondered the man's reasons for sadness:
Did he get kicked out of his business?
Did his spouse collapse onto the hard, cold ground?
Or did his furry friend take a hike?
Did avarious people march past him, non-sympathetic of his famish or parch?
Did burglars steal his prized possesions?
I wandered past him, guilt in my cranium.
I pondered my actions that night,
and thought why I acted so selfish.
Is it because I could not relate to the dilemma the poor man faced?
Is it because I only understood an enjoyable life?
Is it because I only cared about my sorrows and demands?
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I came up with the inspiration for this piece when I went to Washington D.C. I heard a man yelling or something, who turned out to be a beggar. I thought, what if that man was actually crying and I noticed him? So, I came up with the idea for this poem. The poem is meant for the audience to picture where the setting could've happened: right down the street, or in a different country. I hope you enjoy this poem!