Worn out jeans is all he has
To cover himself with.
He see the looks, feels the stares.
There's nothing he can do,
So he just looks the other way.
There is a man with no legs
Asking for your money.
He's in a chair wondering where
He can gat his next dollar,
But you just look the other way.
Monday, March 11, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: abuse,despair,poverty