Stumbling on a grassy knoll,

The weary man, rests his bones.

A tumble, roll, sprint,

Rushing, panting, theft.

The humble man, who takes no blame.

A common person with no name.

His weathered fingers show no shame.

With his soul in a knot,

He rests in his spot, begging

For a better tomorow.

For a better meal than pity.