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

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