The boy on the street hasn’t smelt food for days
His stoned eyes and the swaggered walk..
His emaciated body and his confident body language
His knock on your car window and your reprimand
His begging eyes and his demand for small currency notes
His radiant face and his thankful eyes
His scream of joy when you speed off
His running away from his fellow comrades and the ensuing chase..
Have taught me a lesson or two in survival
Just saw him buy some more stuffed ciggies…
He shall survive this cold night!
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