i often wonder;
how lives the poor man.
i noticed him there
by the bridge.
his skin was burnt
by the coarse light of the day;
i gaped as he stood there
in a ragged attire.
i know im not to judge,
but he didnt look too decent.
now, he walked away with his dish.
a coin or two,
he'd receive
if the bountiful felt pity.
i often wonder,
how strives that poor man by the bridge.
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 4:15 PM UTC
i often wonder;
how lives the poor man.
i noticed him there
by the bridge.
his skin was burnt
by the coarse light of the day;
i gaped as he stood there
in a ragged attire.
i know im not to judge,
but he didnt look too decent.
now, he walked away with his dish.
a coin or two,
he'd receive
if the bountiful felt pity.
i often wonder,
how strives that poor man by the bridge.