When the poor interest you!

Like gray clouds in the sky, so the population of the poor on earth grows.
Every corner and every place on the planet
It is decorated with the presence of abandoned and ruined people.
The look of a fat man, lying on a bench with his face to the sky, as if asking for help, as if asking for comfort.
His name is like the name of so many abandoned, in squares, parks and under bridges of luxurious cities.

That fat man as a watchman of a square, was abandoned on the bench of oblivion. Nobody wants to see it, nobody wants to overtake it. Nobody wants to smell the strong smell of their abandonment.
The perfume of poverty is like the smell of an old house in ruins and misery.

The man sitting, now on his bench, as if waiting for someone, bread, as if waiting for someone, the perfume of mercy.

From a distance you could see a father coming with his children. They probably came from the school that was near the plaza.
The fat man looked down in hopes of receiving some coins or some silver. The children's father slipped his gentle hand into his pocket and pulled out a ten dollar bill.
One of the children, wrapped in the mantle of blessing, tenderly approached the fat man, sitting on the bench, and the boy in his innocence, handed him the poster of joy.
A smile changed the face of the poor tramp who lived abandoned in the square.

The father of those children looked at the man from afar and smiled too. His interest in helping the poor could not be stolen from him. The image of the fat man stayed in the mind of the father and of those children, who ran happily to help someone in need.

Oh world, you are full of hunger, misery and pain!
I hope you cry out for life, for those who, in abandonment, have no home and no place to rest the bitter drinks of life.
If you are interested in helping the poor, do not despise the time that life demands it in the squares, the corners, the parks and the bridges where the ruin lives, below them.

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