You Never Forget

20 years ago
I had no place to call home
And was “Garbage on the street”
People would walk by
Not understanding
A young man so seemingly
Vibrant could end up
With no place of his own

Much later
I would find myself employed
With my own domicile
A seemingly impossible task

Now I
See the so-called
“Vagrants” on the street as
Former shadows of myself
“What could have been”
I see myself
In each of them

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