Left behind

Sometimes, when I see the likes of you, I feel coldness clutch my heart. Have we deserted you or left you behind while we scrambled to get ahead? Shut our eyes and pushed the blame? Such irony, despite your empty pockets and frail physique, you sit in the midst of such affluence. Pity these don't fill your stomach old man. I hope there is a God and I hope he helps you. Even though I can only berate my helplessness now, in time, I will be able to do so too.