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.
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