The Street Beggar
On a cold wintery morning
Under the weak watery sun
Mother and child shivered together,
On a day barely begun.
They waited on the traffic isle
For the rush of cars to start,
Hoping for some charity
To relieve their starving hearts.
A few cars passed, too fast to see,
Then, bumper to bumper they came and went,
Blinkered people safe and warm,
Snug in their cocoons.