today
while walking by
saw a tatters torn
urchin
prying his eyes
Ogling away at everyone
for his turn
To be noticed
For
Ugliness to be sworn
with A Dirty cover worn
For that wink of eye
with cluttering of dime
his ears cued on
The sound of footsteps
For a rivulet of merci
Source of his life
For his daily bark
of hunger
of misfortune
silenced by
streaks of loaf
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