Here I stand on the corner,
holding out my hand.
'Can you spare some change,
for a cold and homeless man? '
But the feet they keep on rushing by,
the eyes avoid the sight.
Afraid of me. No dignity.
A sad and lonely plight.
Look me in the eye.. I'm Human.
I still have my pride.
Though I ask for your compassion,
I search for strength inside.
Strength to struggle onward,
past the hopelessness and shame.
Courage to face the new day,
another chance to try again.
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Strength to struggle onward, past the hopelessness and shame. Courage to face the new day, another chance to try again. Very revealing poem about human dignity. liked it very much dear poetess. thank you. tony