Standing at an intersection
Holding a cardboard sign
Scrawled on with a sharpie
Found lying around
Cars pass
And pass
And pass
This is humiliating
Still they pass
The hot sun beats down,
Still standing
Rain pours,
And pours,
And pours,
Still standing
In heat or cold
In an old, tattered coat
Begging for help
Sitting down in the grass
Or a park bench
Trying to get some sleep
The cycle repeats
Go to a soup kitchen
Still standing
Begging for a scrap of food
Or something for warmth
Never a job available
Still there is hope