I sit on the corner of a street
My back resting against a post
As I see people crossing the street
I request them to help me out
I see people changing lanes
When they see me in their path
Some look away, as if I am not there
Others walk by as if they are in a daze
I wish they could see my pain
Hopefully, they will spare some change
Hunger pangs, I wish on no one
Nobody I pray goes through this pain
I poke my head in trash cans
Hoping I will catch a break
People look at me with shock and shame
Tame my hunger, is all that I have on my mind
When and what will be my next meal
Is a question I cannot answer
The simplest questions
Have become so hard to answer
My last meal, seems like a dream
It was something that I picked up from the street
Grub in any form or shape is now welcome
I never would have said this some time ago
Things just did not happen as I had planned
Losing a leg, certainly did not help
Sometimes I sing a song
To keep myself strong
Lying on my bed made of cardboard
With the skies as my roof
I let the tears flow away the pain
That I have gone through that day
I pray to the lord, to show me a path
Where I can eat food that I have cooked
A path paved with dignity
Is not much to ask for
I make a promise as I close my tearful eyes
When I do have the means
To try and understand
