Yesterday while walking,
Through the silent city street,
I came across1 a man
on the corner with bare2 feet.
With feeble3 limbs4 holding
him upright5 against a wall,
an emaciated6 hand reached out
for nothing—or for all.
Softly breaking silence
With words of a dying man,
Asking for some help—
"Anything if you can..."
Gazing down upon7 him
I knew what he could use.
Slowly bending over8,
I took off my shoes.