Another day out in the streets
And it is much to my dismay
I glanced at my cup on my feet
Another coinless cup today
Try to forget this growing pain
And this hunger I cannot bear
Now I ask again, my face stained,
Would you have a penny to spare?
Crouched away with an outstretched-palm
And never treated with respect
Just a beggar asking for alms
Would you spare me a piece of bread?
Without a friend, without a home
Nowhere to go, I walk for miles
Out in the cold and so alone
Would you kindly spare me a smile?
Hours pass and the sun descends,
People going their separate ways
And I ask myself once again
Would I survive another day?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem