Journals of a Gay Vegan: Poetry
Who Cares?

They just walked by.
But who can blame them?
  His hair was matted.
  His teeth were yellow.
  He probably smelled bad.
He's just your average homeless guy.
Who cares how long he lives
  or when he dies?

We like to step over the problems of others. But there's always someone, somewhere, who needs your help. There's always someone who's looking for a friend.


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