The Cry of the Homeless

Money please, I beg you, sir!
Help is all I’m asking for.

Every day, I see you here,
With that nice suit and all your gear.
And I am here all night, alone,
Stuck in the cold, without a home.
Will you still just pass me by?
Not a bit of sorrow? Not a cry?

Is there a person who cares in this world any longer?
Give money to buy clothes, give me food; make me stronger.
Even one penny is all I ask.
One bit of care, a simple task.
Give me help; I will not bite.
Give me hope; I will not fight.

Because we’re poorer, hungry, feeble,
Doesn’t mean we’re lesser people.
Beneath the sorrow, the grime, the shame,
We have a heart; we have a name.
We’re not so different, you and me;
Just lend a hand and you will see.

So give me money, I’m begging sir.
Hope, care, and love’s all I’m asking for.

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