To The Invisible

You sit alone, forgotten
In weather, sunny or cold
Society’s begotten
Ready to give up and fold

People pass and take no note
“Here I am!”, inside you shout
While surrounded by a mote
Invisible, with no doubt

Stand up, my dear fellow soul
And know that you do matter
Come with me and take a stroll
Light the way with our chatter

via Daily Prompt: Invisible

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