The hardship of his life
Is etched on his face
He sticks out his hand
Weathered by pain
I hope when I continue
I'll take the right lane
And if I do
I might just gain
I wind down my window
He's quick to follow
I give him some food
I give him some money
The change in his face
Is sweet as honey
How fortunate am I
No need to cry
How blessed am I
For everything falls
For me from the sky
No need to complain
Everything's fine
I have my terrain
No need to pine
YOU ARE READING
The Feel Of Poetry #Wattys2017
Poetry#28 in poetry. I love reading poetry just as I enjoy writing poems. It was always my desire to write poetry but just didn't get down to it. Now that I have a bit of time on hand I have decided to compile a book of all my poems. HOPE YOU ENJOY !!!
