Like a child in trouble,
The ragged, old man hung his head in shame.
Huddled in a corner, sticking out his cheap, plastic cup,
The embarrassment he felt was overwhelming.
Hoping that a kind soul would stick a penny, a dime, anything in his cup,
He clutched his growling stomach, too ease the pain of starvation.
Just as the first snow of winter was falling,
He felt something he'd never felt before. Desperation.
