Spare Change

Nobody sees us two, I know
our world weighed with woe
people walk by turned face
our lives not worth a trace
not always seeing our pain
our hearts, a scarlet stain
whatever our crimes may be
I only ask you to stop and see
life battering a dog and man
more than we thought it can
wondering, what went wrong
in this cold, for how long?
Life, once sweet, simplicity
just survive, now, futile be
asking modest comfort blest
spare change to eat and rest
beneath some blankets might
warm a man and dog tonight.

© Literary Remains

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