Change

In hundreds you walk past, without a second thought

For the old crippled man, sat in the cold.

I would yell if I could, beg for your mercy,

But I can’t because the winter has grasped me.

The young boy, he has plenty he could give to me,

But he’d rather have an Xbox or a TV.

The woman in her thirties, sat alone on the bench

Is too scared of me, because of, ‘The stench.’

Then a young girl, aged ten. She comes up to me,

And gives me a £1 made of 10ps.

She said, ‘I have saved this. I give it to you,

For your courage and strength, I look up to you.’