He sits there, <br />lonely and silent, <br />as the whirling wind blows past him <br />and he shivers from the relentless cold. <br />People walk past, <br />not noticing the hurt expression on the young boy's face. <br />They stride past with their head's held high, <br />trying to hide their shame and disgust, <br />seemingly unstartled by his unnerving appearance. <br />Who will help this poor boy? <br />I say, who will help him?<br /><br />miesha devres<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poor-boy/
