The Forlorn Cup

You see them in every major city on earth. But do you really see them. 

I walk past them in my rush to work, or my rush to someplace that isn’t there. I hardly give them a second look. Perhaps i’m ashamed that if not for a lucky twist of fate, i’d be sitting there in their place. Perhaps, it’s natural to ignore, to block what the mind doesn’t want to, or can’t deal with.

Yet, they sit there everyday. A cup in hand, hopefully pointed to the heavens, empty, devoid of the the metal clink of coins or the ruffle of notes. They keep on waiting, forlorn.

The Forlorn Cup

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