The City Poem by Meng Lim Dr

In the frantic and frenetic city
along the lone side-lane I did walk
(the sky was ominously dark) I had no money
to nobody did I talk

for I had no gift of tongue
nor any theme to articulate
I watched the sharp-eyed crow on a high-wire hung
waiting to pounce upon a bait-

a tramp frail and tattered to me he said:
'I am homeless, give me a buck'
he was spectre -thin, his eyes were sad
I thought to myself: he had run out of life's luck-

two dollars then I had
one I gladly did part
with the other I bought bread
we shared and chatted in fullest of heart