Two Sides

If you were to pick up a penny,
rusted and scratched
so damaged you almost can't tell its a penny,
old, and lost, and long forgotten,
if you turned the penny over
to the other side,
it would likely look the same.

If you were to look through a window,
all fogged over
distorting the image of the things beyond,
dirty, and neglected, and seemingly useless,
if you walked 'round,
to the other side,
likely the view would be similar.

If you ever hear the story of a man,
beaten and bloodied
pushed to the point of self loathing,
sad, and lonely, and dying inside,
take a moment to find the guy
on the other side,
I'll bet you he's bleeding as well.