There he is again holding a sign.
“Down on my luck”, it says.
He stands at the intersection while drivers wait for the light
He is a young man with an old beard.
His clothes are dirty and his shoes are untied.
He is somebody’s son.
I have seen him at this place before.
Sometimes he has a dog beside him.
The dog looks better than he does.
Can't he get help from his family?
How many other intersections does he frequent?
Is he really down on his luck or is this a ploy?
He is somebody's son.
When it gets cold and wet outside, where does he go?
How does he care for his dog?
Where are his friends?
Has he worn out his welcome?
Drivers avoid eye contact with him.
You can imagine that doors are locked if they were not locked before.
Hurry up red light.
Change, so we don’t have to see him,
this young man who is somebody’s son.