Day 89/366

The old man I once met on the road,
Too cool for school was he,
With shades, a sweater, and a lungi on
His white turban made his look complete.

The unfair world deprived him of lots,
But perhaps he was inwardly content.
But honestly that thought seems unlikely to me:
For I'm someone with a roof above my head.

It was not his fault
To have been born this way,
That fact will never be okay.
But give a little,
Try to make his day,
His smile's worth a million bucks.