My Corner

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

The pain of the person who takes up my corner