The Poor Man
When I saw his face I thought he was of a different race I was not being racist But was being supportive I asked god why you so ruthless He said nothing comes fruitless I could see his joys fear Then said oh dear He asked me for some food I wished i could I saw his life in grim state With him having no value or rate The look in his eyes made my heart cry When I wiped his tears dry I gave him tava fry And asked him always to try He asked me for money I refused and said nothing comes easy He acted a little crazy I walked away saying do something worthwhile He said” i have no life and cried for a while” I dearly said goodbye and walked away with a smile.













