Be it dawn or dusk
He has no time
To relish or relax
Tan and weary he looks
Walking in this blazing heat of the sun

His eyes are intense
Hiding the innocence of his age
His lips fail him
‘Coz he forgot how to smile

Eating leftovers and
Wearing worn clothes
He wanders in the streets
Through day and night

No home, no loved one
No friends, no companion
Yet he faces each day
With courage and hope

I wish and I pray
That he be safe and strong
Happy and content and
Blessed by the Guardian of Angels!