"The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible."
- Vladimir Nabakov

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

[No Shoes, No Shirt]

  This was inspired by a homeless man I saw the other day while I was on a run. I passed him as he was standing alongside the road, holding a sign made of cardboard. "Will work for lunch", it read. I didn't have any money on me, but I felt guilty as I ran past him. The image of him standing there, in his tattered clothing, hungry and tired, stuck with me for the rest of the day.
  I'm bringing some change along on my next run, just in case. And if I do see him, or one like him, again, I'll stop to buy him lunch. Me, with my multiple pairs of shoes, with my education from a top-15 school, with the support network of my family...it's the least I can do.

No shoes, no shirt
No shoes, no shirt, no service!
No money, no card
No money, no credit, no one sells.
No diploma, no degree
No diploma, no degree, not for hire.
No work, no money
No work, no money, no food.
No home, no shelter
No home, no shelter, can't sleep here!
No ideas, no way
No ideas, no way, no getting ahead.
No family, no friends
No family, no friends, no one helps.
No shoes, no shirt
No clue.

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