Every Penny

Now, what did he do

To deserve such poverty?

An agonized life.


He looks up at you,

Pleading in his silver eyes

For just one penny.


He has seen the worst

Of all that life can offer,

Of how we behave.


That man once had dreams,

A life he dreamt with his child.

Is that gone forever?


Charities say no.

So do all the passers-by.

He is left for dead.


The embarrassment

Is a feeling long retired

When thanking kindness.


He doesn't want it.

The World always pities him

If they get to know.


How much is inside?

The big reward is worth it.

That smile on his face.

The End

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