A little lost boy

A little lost boy

We have all seen then wander in the streets looking hungry and pale

Dodging traffic and cops, you know the ones who have no heart and want to put them away

We know they are homeless and many are orphaned so in the streets they live to survive life

These kids, they are invisible to the people who walk by them every day and turn their heads as they close their eyes so their conscience won’t play games

Pretending to not see them, as they reach their outstretched hands out hoping for a little pay and compassion along the way

A little boy who looked so lost, with tennis shoes too big for his feet, slightly torn and worn out mostly for walking the streets

His hair a mess, I must confess, he couldn’t have looked more than ten, it not a day over and skinny legs that looked like twigs

His frazzled raggedly worn out clothes, his runny nose, his face was covered with dirt and his bruises looks like he had been kicked

Where he slept in the street or in a box, we really never know for a night they disappear into a dumpster, a box or anything else they can find, just to keep they dry or warm

No grown up in sight, the little boy looked lost and must have traveled all through the night as his lips were chapped and dry

His eyes were weary, there were tears running down his cheeks, 1 per cent water, 99 per cent sadness as he looked like he had cried

This boy, so young and so old, knew how to survive but didn’t have a dime to his name to eat and nobody knows his name

So when you see this lost little boy, walking on the lonely streets, reach into your pockets deep, and give from the heart, in heaven’s name