Lost, lonely, cold and hungry,
Abandoned!
The little boy sits on the kerb-side,
Tears pouring from his eyes.
He sits wondering what to do -
Whether to stay or whether to go.
His face is grubby and stained with tears,
His clothes are rags,
He is thin and bony, wanting food
Knowing he probably will not get it.
He knows he cannot try begging
Because he would not be allowed.
He is afraid of some people because
He has been badly treated.
Some-day (sic) some-one (sic) might take him in.
He might be left in the cold,
Still in rags,
His face still grubby,
But he can hope!
NJB
26/11/76
