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
