Beating Around the Bush

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    Beating Around the Bush


    Behind the bush lay remnants of a life
    The crumpled pants, some socks, a tattered shoe
    These humble artifacts of human strife
    Such pain and anguish hidden from our view

    The owner of this clothing had a name
    Though often times we’d label him a bum
    We shake our heads and wonder who’s to blame
    Afraid this neighborhood’s become a slum

    Do we abhor the filth or is it fear?
    That makes us shake our head and walk away
    If not acknowledged then they disappear
    Our self defense to keep feelings at bay

    But every human being has a dream
    Perhaps this homeless man needs our esteem

    Tina Busch-Nema
    February 08, 2009

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