With arrogant strides they walk along the streets,
Stopping only to gaze at one of
These over-expensive dresses,
Or a necklace made of shining jewels,
Or to buy a sugar cake.
Never once do their eyes meet
The eyes of the little boy
Leaning against the wall of a shop,
Lost in the shadows, huddled in his coat
Covered in holes, trying to fight the cold.
Should they ever face in his direction,
They avert their gazes, some disgusted,
Some a little embarrassed maybe.
But not a word of greeting is said
To the invisible child.
With a sigh he looks down at his hat,
Placed carefully in front of him,
A silent plea for a spare coin,
Unheard, unnoticed. Empty.
No hope for the invisible child.
But, just as he embraces the cold,
A ray of sunlight breaks the darkness,
As a girl bends down towards him,
And into his shivering hands
She carefully places a coin.