Spare Change

Spare Change

Eyes appraise me
Behind coke bottle lenses.
Cocooned in sleeping bag
Against a bitter winter breeze.
A tale of pain transmitted wordlessly,
“How did it come to this,
Trapped here, unseen by most
Ignored by the rest”.
A hand gnarled with age appears,
Cup shaking with the cold.
Loose coppers the colour of rust
Spare some change?

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