Oh the winter chill crept across my soul

Not the sole of my shoe, but of my being

A slight bread crum was all I sought

From hunger and fear my spirit was wrought

I had not known hunger for too many years

But this part of my journey had brought that and many tears

My belly could not remember a good solid meal

My outstretched hands for mercy was my appeal

Each passerby stared upon my weary face

Every glaring second, I saw no mercy in this place

Feed your fellow man, I thought all along

A little mercy for one who once belonged

Finally, I crumbled in exhaustion down on one knee

Only death by starvation would truly set me free

It’s not that I saught to end my spirit’s light

It’s my body’s lack of food that convinced me not to fight

Then, out stretched the hand of one kind soul,

Not three, nor five, but barely seven years old

This is for you, she said with a whisper

I thought you were hungry, it’s from me and my sister

Bless you my child, this will feed me for the night

I hope it does mister, make everything right

Tomorrow will come and hunger will return

Then back we shall come, til your hunger doesn’t yearn

Thanks for your kindness and generosity

No need to thank me, it’s from the light that you seek

And with not a moment’s whisper, she vanished during my feast

A kind and gentle soul, decided to feed society’s beast

Tonight I shall rest and make peace with this world,

Thanks to the nurturing soul of a sweet little girl