Spare Change
Hey Mister, got any spare change?
Pleas don’t just walk away from me,
Look into my eyes, I am not an animal,
I am human, just like you.
It’s cold outside, Christmas is approaching,
But Santa can’t hear me, nobody hears me.
Used and abused for reasons unknown,
What did I do to make Dad hate me so?
Mom would not believe me,
I could take it no more,
The street the only place,
That would open the door.
I am scared and confused,
Got nowhere else to go,
So here I am,
My story now you know.
Please don’t turn your head in shame,
An animal I am not,
I will not accept the blame,
I’m the one they all forgot.
My life is tough,
I really want it to change.
By the way, Mister,
Can you spare some change?
poem by Fab Ricciardi
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