Toward Homeless

My way goes past an older homeless man
who’s pushed away from millennial flats.
He’s pushed to ‘burbs beyond their urban plan.
What kind of nation swats their old like gnats?

Arrived at work. My cube is gone.  Rebuilt
to fit another hot company in.
So young they are and not a bit of guilt
with ideas of how to make the boss’ next billion.

“Just work from home until we find you something.”
Instead, I think I’ll try the coffee shop.
Alas, my homeless man, unable to bring
it ‘gainst the growing panhandler crop

receives my wallet contents: couple twenties.
At least for now, I can afford sans coffees.

— Craig Cowden