The Begging Stranger
Walking alone in the night
Holding close to the jacket for warmth
Change rattling in his pocket
As he begs for the help
As so desperately he needs
People pass him
Eyeing him
As if he was a stranger
All in tattered clothing
Holding his tin cup
Trying to keep warm
Only to hear the sound of laughs
Or sounds of silence
This poem is about:
My community
Our world