Our prompt today at Carpe Diem is Road Side Beggar (a haiku by Nana Fredua-Agyeman)
looking at the sun
for a silver coin –
roadside beggar
© Nana Fredua-Agyeman
our host has written keeping in the tone of Nana…
in front of the church
a beggar sleeps in his paper-box –
empty bottle of wine
© Chèvrefeuille
Here is my attempt thinking of our homeless people braving the cold on the streets of Montréal.
rush hour morn
wrapped in indifference
can’t see the beggar
stands in the cold,
chants: la monnaie-spare change,
merci, thank you
beggar holds the Métro door
extending his worn cap
(c) Tournesol ’14
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
It’s easy, unfortunately, to be indifferent to the suffering of others.
Beggar
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I think guilt may also be seen as indifference when it could also be avoidance.
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Indifference is probably the cruelest aspect of human relationships, outside of brutality of course.
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I agree…making one feel like a non-person
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Yes, it’s horrible believing one is a non-person.
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It is a tough thing to respond to all the persons in need. At times it can be overwhelming.
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… hmm Blake didn’t intend to say merely “I”, even if we are all haijin and so try to be concise in our language… 😉
I was going to continue to say that I think you were absolutely correct to link indifference with the rush hour – that constant pressure to arrive at the appointed place at the appointed time, with money keeping a remorseless eye on the clock, has got so much to answer for.
Btw I also love the single line haiku “Your comments are like sunflowers beaming at me” 🙂
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Well, thank you so much…2 lovely comments…I have been blessed with a lovey reward today:) As for being concise, it is my struggle…I write a lot in general, I talk a lot even in my sleep, so to write less has always been a challenge:)
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