blows angrily in my face
My cold body~ rigid
I walk at a snail's pace
The city life
isn't all it's cracked up to be
It drains your soul
like a used up B--a-t-t-e-r-y
As I round the corner
out of the parking ramp
I notice an old man
He's shivering, cold and damp
His long black coat
hangs from his slender frame
His eyes look tired
yet his spirit holds no shame
Trying to warm his hands
he rubs them together
It's clear his cardboard home
has seen extreme weather
I threw down my things
and sat down beside him
Wondering how I'd help
a situation so grim
I huddled close
and asked him his name
He said I was special
the only person who came
I've sat here for days
looking for hope
But nobody cared
that I couldn't cope
Thank you sweet child
for seeing my soul
Beneath my appearance
that's taken it's toll
I watched in awe
at the blinding bright light
As man transformed into angel
