Anything will do,
And how you look up at me,
and I look down at you,
and I see the weariness in your eyes,
and the rugged lines across your face,
and you smile like you mean it,
and I would not wish to be in your place,
in your place upon the streets,
these streets that are so mean these days,
and especially in all weathers,
because the sun is harsh sometimes and the rain,
and the snow always,
the snow is always the same,
bitter and it can kill you if luck does not go your way,
because in the night,
so many homeless people, in their sleep,
drift off into hypothermia,
and death claims them easily,
and I, at society am angry,
and I, at society I am ashamed,
because seeing you on the street,
you deserve to be treated,
in a more humane way,
and yes, at society I am ashamed,
how cruel life is,
in our over materialistic ways,
and I talk with you a little while,
and I find out your name,
and you tell me that you are called Peter,
and I tell you that you are brave,
and you tell me of your family,
who you lost contact with,
and I am happy to see you happy,
and I am happy to be in your company,
and though I know it was a short conversation,
sadly, I have to go,
so, I give you some money,
and a smile, and my compassion and then I go,
and for you I can only hope for better days,
and hope for the best,
because society has become uncaring,
and society does not seem to share,
as much as it should do,
and I wish I could do more for you,
but I am also struggling too,
but luckily not as hard as you.
