The Man By The Lamppost

The crowd scatters in time for the show

Bags held tight, hand over their nose

His presence is announced by the smoke hanging around him like a robe

Although he's encased in light, 

he's never felt more alone than there

Exposed under its glare 

His darkest secrets laid bare, he never knew shame

What he wanted was the privilege to share

To be asked his name, his story

How it felt to be hungry 

How he never wasted a penny

But he'd trade them all for a friend