For so long he stumbled through the streets

still his journey is far from completed

much too soon he appears to be burdened and old

yet every passerby was cheerfully greeted. . .


As you pass him on your way to work

believe me he knows that you pretended

as you went upon your merry way

that you didn’t see his hand extended


Oh Lord I ask again and again

what made this aspiring mind regress

why do his shoulders hunch in true surrender

why do his eyes plead no contest


No one knows the hurt he feels inside

no one knows the pain I felt

around his neck he wore a sign which read

Cold, Hungry, Homeless

please help