A stranger on a familiar street

Awakened by that pounding beat

Of footsteps splashed haphazardly

From suits to rags they dare not see

Or choose by choice to ignore

That figure lying by a door

Into an office air conditioned

From human suffering now partitioned.

But even in that darkest day

With life in hopeless disarray

She cracks a smile when I say Hi

From that doorway as I pass by.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )