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    The Smile- Poem

    An old man lies on the ground coughing All the empty souls walk by Ignoring his existence They’re too busy repeating the same task Every single day Like clockwork Looking without seeing Listening without hearing Dead to everything around them They can’t see how empty they are Their eyes cloaked by years of experience They talk on their cell phones And stare ahead blankly Coffee in hand A little girl runs to the old man Hello there she says brightly Her blue eyes glow in the sun Her hair blows in the wind Where do you live she asks Here on the street he replies Her mother calls her name…