My only dime I left on bench.
    I'm helpless, soon I'll pass away
    Of hunger.
    Perturbing thing I want to change:
    A gloomy face I saw today,
    The younger.

    A coin wouldn't do the trick 
    For squalid pauper, ill and drained
    But kiddie
    Will trust in luck and sneak a peak,
    Accepting slightly unexplained
    From needy.

    Recall me generous and saint
    For I bequeathed what couldn't hold
    My living.
    Donated all of me remained
    I feel fulfilled. It's getting cold.
    I'm leaving.

2004,
TA