On the corner of a well known street
I start my leisurely gait,
The neon signs..this night divine
Oh! So alluring a bait.
Stopping by glass windows,
peeking in with pleasure,
Clothed mannequins,their winter best,
Scarfs and silks to treasure.
A blue suede jacket hangs on a hook,
I pull my coat closer together,
The display boasts of finest craftsmanship,
My coat has holes to fight this weather.
A gentleman's hat..sleek and grim!
Black,with a healthy shine,
I play with hair on my bare head,
Wishing, I could be mine.
Shoes made fit for wealthy bankers,
Leather pumps made of fine skill,
Stare at my shoes with no laces,
To save me from this chill.
Muffin and Pudding! Meat and Drink!
This world has so much to eat..
Do you hear the symphony of my empty stomach
accompanied by my chattering teeth?
But at the end of this..Road of Hope
sits an old man of despair.
No hair..No shoes..No food
Just his body bare.
I pass through the line of shops again,
despondent,no more..
For the old man now sleeps comfortably,
Wearing coat and shoes I once wore.
But the story does not end here,
For you must answer this..
If you do so correctly,
Life shall then be bliss.
Why did it so happen
that through this Winter Chill..
I survived thinly clad on the park bench,
Yet the Old man was killed?
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