The Homeless Child

Street lamps still lighted night has retired and faded a new day unfolds heavens rolled darkness tucked it away for the sun to give light and shine in the horizon a golden beam of sunrise appears out of mist in the street corner a small child still dazed from sleep awakens and yawns trembling, feeling cold he hugs himself to feel warm morning air brings chill to his fragile frame that looks sickly, frail and weak under the street lamp for this homeless child the street corner becomes home to rest for the night in a little while he will move and will scavenge for his morning meal from the garbage can full of piled litters and trash he gets his morsel living in the street has made him vulnerable life is hard and tough for a little child abandoned, uncared, unloved is there hope to life?