Crippled

Crippled in, crippled out,

He begs for sympathy,

Yearning for hearts stout,

These hearts with no empathy,

People running the race of life,

Would never know,

Nor understand,

Why he can't work,

Why he can't walk and run

Like others in their races,

Some would give him a coin or two,

And he in return would pray for them,

In the pavement in front of the bank,

He sits and watches,

How people walk in and out,

Smiling faces,

Again,

The vicious cycle starts,

And he begs, begs and begs.