On The Sidewalk Poem by Angela Michel

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.