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.
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was posted on Nov 2, 2011 by
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"A Haiku to explain how I have felt and how I feel now. This is how I thank those..."
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