Garbage Man

I see poverty everywhere. I hear people begging for a job every time. Those are kind of usual for me. I can't feel any pities nor sympathies anymore.

Until I heard and I saw, a garbage man begging for a low job for his own son who recently had finished high school. I had never feel this way before. Geez they're just acquaintances I shouldn't waste my thoughts on them. But I was angry. I didn't know why. Maybe it was because the garbage man was like set a limit for his son or maybe because the garbage man had never preached his son to study hard or maybe because the garbage man permitted his son to dream big. 

Then I realized that I had no place to vent my rage.

Last touch, here it is. the partial solar eclipse.