On the Street That Day

 On the Street That Day

A man lay still on concrete’s embrace,

A city’s heart, a hollowed space.

Footsteps passed, the world moved on,

Another soul already gone.

Once, we cared—once, we tried,

Now apathy walks where hope has died.

A bus pulls away; the moment fades,

Yet in my chest, the memory stays.

This isn’t life; this isn’t right,

When warmth gives way to frigid night.

Let’s find our hearts, rebuild, repair,

And see each soul as someone’s care.