Behind those pristine facades

Waiting at the metro,

I glanced over to see a fellow.

He looked slightly older than me,

wearing a cap and a worn out tee.

 

He edged close to the rubbish bin,

stuck his hand in…

…And fished out a half eaten ice cream.

 

With much satisfaction of his find,

he took a bite, with hunger off his mind.

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