Pooled silver shines in the light
from the candle on the window,
a jingle on the way to the pocket,
and a smile, with the promise of dinner.

Seated, and warm coffee against the night
the cold winds blow, snow runs with it,
a chunk of crusty bread and butter,
sits beside the steaming bowl of stew.

Hopefully, the calories and warmth garnered,
will be just enough to make it through
the frozen night, wrapped in newspapers,
cash register rings he tries to pay.

But her warm smile and forgiving nature
does not let her take his silver,
she shakes her head and says,
use it for a warm breakfast.

A nod of thanks as he leaves,
stepping into the moonlight,
a Cheshire cat grin shines
the glint from the coins warms him.