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.’