Walking pass the corner of a street, sat an old man with a mug in his grip.
Thin as he looks, torn clothes he wore. With some words written on a card board
In general, help is all he needs. Asthmatic he is. With an inhaler in the other hand,
Teary as my eyes went. Can’t bear the sight. Few bucks is placed.
Teary enough as I left him alone. Thinking will I be able to see him again.
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