I saw a lame man on the street
Saw a lame man with one leg
And oh! I could not call that leg
He couldn’t use it for walking
Just held the crutches, balking
Leg was just crooked bones and meat.
Needing to rest the crutches he sat,
Right on the pavement flat,
Hopeful to get from a kind heart a trifle.
His eyes beseeching
Hands stretched out and reaching
Truely heart-rending and renting
A picture of an error committed
A figure of pathos unlimited,
Was flung at, an occasoinal coin
By those who did have the time
Others just didn’t care a dime.
A young mother happened to pass
A three-year old hung possessively to the lass,
Wide eyes watching all around
Caught a glimpse of the man on ground
Head with a jerk turned away
A sudden scream knifed thro’ the crowd
Compelling , demanding silence, ’twas too loud
The toddler shook, with copious tears and fear
Though held close by mother dear.
The man could not see or hear
Hunger blinded him and blocked his ear
He lay on the ground, writhing
As upturned cockroach, wriggling.
The wails of the toddler didn’t rest
Starting anew after every breath
The mother waited to cross the stretch
And couldn’t do ‘nything ’bout the scream
Vehicles speeding in a never ending stream.
As if by magic some food did land
Flung away by some careless hand
Just out of reach for the hungry man.
And all that happened next
Not very complicated to text.
The man rolled on to reach the food
Not to die in hunger he hurried
But none of the vehicles tarried
A screech of the brake and a dash
It all happened in just a flash.
The mother closed her baby’s eyes
Everybody at once did avert their eyes.
It was even more unseemly and upsetting
Than a lame man lying down and begging.