Bitter cold

A dollar or two is all he needs he says

As he stands outside

The downtown skyscrapers

As he shivers from the cold

And I look away

And say

Maybe another day

And he turns away

Heartbroken again

Wondering where his next meal will be

And he goes about his walk

Hands stinging cold

The sound of the freeway is near

Cars blowing by

The bitter cold winter air tonight

Just a cup of hot soup is all he needs

But strangers only think

That he wants a 40 from the liquor store

So he walks along

Cold and alone

Hoping just for a cup of hot soup

A little shelter

A little warmth

But only hate

Fills the bitter cold air tonight