View From a Hotel Window

Someone is standing out under the street lamp The lights in the city are turned off, but one And as I sit watching his actions in pity I wonder if he's just awaiting the sun? I wish he would come up and share a cup with me Until the dawn breaks the shadow of night Then he could experience friendship in comfort And know that humanity treated him right. He's digging through trashcans and scouring the gutter For change that has fallen from off of the curb And as he walks slowly he silently mutters "This isn't the life that I want or deserve." I can't help but ponder as I watch him and wonder How he ever got to this place in his life? Is this a result of society's blunder Or this their idea of 'treating him right?"