Invisibility does exist
In ragged coat and rotgut mist
Dodge amongst the prosperous
In run down state that’s not-for-us
Out in weather fine or ill
Escaping barely from the chill
Pushing cart or hauling bag
You see them stoop, their footsteps lag
Collecting cans or hand outstretched
Asleep in bushes, hidden bench
Do not assume they pine for lot
The ones society forgot
Their life is hardly of their choosing
Escaping from the hurts and bruising
In their minds or on their arms
The demons that will do them harm
Running from an unseen phantom
On a journey we can’t fathom
Do not dismiss, nor sneer or cuss
Look closer, they are mirrored us
The only thing that separates
Us from their life are twists of fate
Deserving care and understanding
Unprotesting, undemanding
Only that we try to see
The aid of generosity
May come in form of deep compassion
Rather than indignant passing
In times of trouble and the senseless
It’s how we treat our most defenseless
To care for those that scrap in dearth
Provides the measure of our worth…