The homeless man's walking had worn out his shoes.
He'd eaten some food, but, preferred drinking booze.
His pockets were empty; his face was well worn.
To get to this corner, he'd walked through a storm.
He saw a young woman with obvious means.
She purchased a pair of expensive new jeans.
She hardly saw him, as, he walked by the store,
Although, he was there to hold open the door.

In her clueless mind, he can't ever exist;
Of course, she can't see his eyes filling with mist.
Abrubtly, there's
something that's caught on her heel.
She tumbled so roughly; it felt so surreal.
He put out his arm and, thus, steadied her fall.
He caught her in time, and, she soon left the mall.
Not one word of thanks ever passed from her lips.
But, as she walked by, she was making this quip.

"You'd better not touch me, you filthy old man",
She said with a venom, while slapping his hand.
He followed her out until she reached her car.
He wished he had money to drink at the bar.
A little girl sees that his shoes have some holes.
She knows that for winter, he'll need some new soles.
She sees that he's human, though, he smells of booze.
So, she gets her mother to buy him new shoes.