Late in the day a man all alone
Surrounded by gray and somber in tone
Shuffled with effort
For tired his sort
Inquiry
he made
Of a can of import

And crooked a gaze
From a clerk in a daze

When this his request
Was cheaply
Appraised

For his head did it bow
For
Her head
side to side

For his smallest request
Was quickly denied

And there did I stand
And shared his dismay
While all around
Spoke
the news of the day
The coupons
The deals
The
The 5 minute meals
The
Lottery folk
While
Clicking there heals

So beyond ,in disbelief

For he would not this day
Find what had  brought him
all of this way

So, empty his cart
So poor is this man
With broken of heart
Without the right can

For gluttons all us
With
Sales at a scoop
While one man
Would be fine
With
Celery soup.