He shuffles Scuffed and ruffled With no center To his life
He snarls barred, scarred and gnarled With no fire In his heart
He paces Faces and retraces Back his steps Stops and founders Rocks and flounders
Puts his hand out in your life Almost touches as you skirt him with a start
"Mister, have ya got a quarter?"
Mister, . . . have ya got a heart?
by John Didier
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