faces in a crowd look lonely cold eyes look on as you sit hunched still proud hat on floor dog on lap kind sir or madam puts gold in hat you thank them with words that goes unnoticed with some as you sit on cold concrete haggered but young your threads torn your skin bleached black sleeping bag as a seat not asking for much dog sits waiting with master as feet past faster and faster looking at floor to pass the time in places at night where no one would like tomorrow who knows you think what shall it bring will my hat be empty or will i be able to eat,,,