THE UNKNOWN STRANGER

He sits alone on the bench

Looking out onto the street

Strange faces pass him by

Not one has time for him today.

As the wind blows around him

This seat is so uncomfortable

Footsteps quickly pass him by

Not one pauses for him today.

This day turns into the night

Merry souls stagger him by

To frightened to shut his eyes

No one cares where he sleeps.

As the sun now begins to rise

Here alone he eternally sleeps

Folks clickbait as he's carried away

That man they daily passed by.

A man the world once respected

Now a soul forgotten in time

His face now goes unrecognised

No one seems to have time for him.

He is alone in death as in life

Strange faces file past his grave

Wrapped up in their own reflections

For a stranger they had no time for.

©Sarah Joy Holden

The parable of the good Samaritan - 

Luke 10:25-37 (NIV Bible)