Walk To Food

In the still of night, He got up from his street abode, It was shivering cold, And totally desolate, His limbs were numb and stiff, His tattered clothes barely hiding risen hairs underneath, His teeth weak with dirt, Began an almost unending clatter, He took steps, One or two, His energy all drained out, He was hungry for past four days, And now could not bear the end of fifth, He looked around, With dimmed eyes, Tear welling all right, He could sight the garbage bin, At about forty feet, He needed twenty steps to it, But had energy just for four, With an effort he walked, Ankles crumbling, Heart sinking fast, His mind was swirling, Like a whirlpool, All blood was drained to legs, He kept on walking, Now his eyes shut in protest, He lost directions, But his brain moved him at last, With super human efforts, He opened his eyes, And with a bitter smile saw the garbage larder, Smile could not complete, And simply hung there, He had collapsed, And lay there dead.