Homeless

On the streets of London I stood watching the crowd pass by At the corner of my eye I saw a man clothed in rags Broken and torn Shattered and lost. As I observed even more I saw his hand open wide Extended up to the sky As he looked at me with piercing eyes I couldn't but stop and give a sigh. His voice was deep His words were clear Spare a pound or a penny It's for my aching belly I reached into my pocket Dig very deep. My soul was yearning,eager to find A pound or a penny, I needed to find As I thought being homeless is a crime.