There's a man standing upright hidden
He's asking for some spare change
The onlookers give and go
Remorse or without its hard to say
I rustle through my pockets
Find nothing but a little penny
All I can give or not how to decide
I'll give him that penny and learn
That even the littlest can be appreciated
This man gains one cent more to live
I gain insight on what it means to give
It's a cycle that no one can understand
Only to summarize to give is to feel good
Regardless of the smell of urine around
Regardless of the hot heat circulated
In here this hell hole
We made a connection beyond others
Many will find it too hopefully
But here with the least to gain
The most was gained
A penny in a pocket
Was like a million coins worth
For someone homeless 19 years
And for someone lived 19 years
There was a fate in line of each
Let neither lose their richness
A good poem, well written. There is a saying - Never judge a book by the cover - this goes for homeless books too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
antbony, tony, or one sail? ? i wonder which one was 19...the giver or getter (of the penny; i understand that you both got something) . i also give money, sometimes without being asked, but one lady asked if she could have my hat. i had to draw the line somewhere! thanks for sharing. i enjoyed this. bri it goes in my mypoemlist.