Like two doomed ships that pass in storm we had crossed each other's way: but we made no sign, we said no word, we had no word to say.
Those colorful denizens of male despair, the Bowery bum and the rail-riding hobo, have been replaced by the bag lady and the welfare mother. Women have even taken over Skid Row.
Bums are the well-to-do of this day. They didn't have as far to fall.
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