To the Boy on the StreetA Poem by Luna EvangelineHe's just a person who finds happiness in nothing but hope and escapes the clutches of poverty with nightly dreams.
He's just a fighter who is content to wait at the intersection for a spare bit of change that he knows will never come.
He's just a child, stubby fingers caked in grime brushing the heels of fat, well-fed figures passing on the street.
He's just a boy who's fallen through the cracks beaten flat by the stampeding feet of oblivious cows.
He's practically a baby with no roof over his head and no nightlight except for the city neons.
He is innocence, helpless and in desperate need of a miracle or perhaps even an explanation.
He is exhausted; his tiny shoulders crumple beneath the world's weight and he closes his eyes forever, hoping for better luck in Heaven. © 2013 Luna EvangelineAuthor's Note
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