He sits there daily on his wooden crate
close to a pitch tin box and paper stand
he holds out his burger container
with food scraps and pennies inside

Some may look at him as a filthy beggar
yet, as you get close to him you see he's blind
one eye is glazed over, the other three quarters closed
he's a reject of this city with a persona of serenity

When ever I pass him I will always give him my change
then look back with an ache in my heart for his malady
he lifts the burger box to his face to peer inside
then his fingers identify it's numerical contents

I see him not a beggar, but an unfortunate
as he has nowhere else to go, yes a vagrant
his home is cardboard boxes and newspapers
his home is outside the Embankment tube station


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

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