I was walking down the street
Jumping up the pathholes to beat a retreat
On a hot summer day with dry leaves on ground
And my heels thither making a tick tock sound
Counting the cars and seeing their models
Rushing and singing effectuating in a yodel
Observing the people and their children passing by
My gaze stopped at a man after listening to his cry
He was sitting near a filthy drain with his hand dipped inside
In search of some food with his eyes opened wide
My tears streamed down and I was almost dead
Picked from that dirty drain when he ate that bread
Happy he was and my shame was at heights
As we brand obsessed people waste many bites
Please don't waste food and throw it in bin
Pack it up and give it to some poor skinned...
Jumping up the pathholes to beat a retreat
On a hot summer day with dry leaves on ground
And my heels thither making a tick tock sound
Counting the cars and seeing their models
Rushing and singing effectuating in a yodel
Observing the people and their children passing by
My gaze stopped at a man after listening to his cry
He was sitting near a filthy drain with his hand dipped inside
In search of some food with his eyes opened wide
My tears streamed down and I was almost dead
Picked from that dirty drain when he ate that bread
Happy he was and my shame was at heights
As we brand obsessed people waste many bites
Please don't waste food and throw it in bin
Pack it up and give it to some poor skinned...
great...keep it up
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