Being Invisible

Hello good sir, can you hear my voice?
I am sitting on the sidewalk where you stroll about, choosing to ignore me.
I won't take much of your time, instead I would ask for some kindness,
But it seems you have already decided to ignore us, who live on the streets.


I need very little from what you have in plenty.
A bit of warmth in your eyes and a penny or two is enough for me to get by.
But it seems you are more ashamed of my appearance than I am,
You would continue walking but for the sake of humanity you would never try.


I can't rise up from the place where I am seated,
Cause my feet are numb from frostbite,
I have no cover to muffle my face with, in this cold weather,
My hair is all dirty and unkempt, creating not much of a pleasant sight.


Everyone considers me as filth who should be ratted out of this place.
But is it really my mistake that I have been rendered penny-less and without a home?
A little help from those who have a lot can change my life and make me rise up.
I can then stand on my feet and to gather for my living, I can roam!


But I am ill-fated to be helpless and be in this condition,
With not a bit of strength to move up from this street corner,
You should realize that I am in dire need of your mercy and kindness
And a little help to make my life and this sidewalk look a bit better.