Somebody’s Darling?

He sits there, on cold, cold stone,
Huddled and shivering, so, so alone:
The card reads – “Homeless and Hungry”.

Our conscience is given a nudge,
We toss in some coins (oft times with a grudge
For maybe “they’ll be spent on crack, cocaine”
Or “Surely he’s only himself to blame?”)

Yet, we know nought of his early years
Were they pain-filled, with struggle and tears?:
Or was he “Somebody’s Darling”?