Everywhere, stomachs growl.
On the bins the rats go prowl.
The bitter cold, a feeling to shake,
Fills our body from the glittering snowflakes.
In the alley, a child’s white breath
Is slowly sucked in by the cold of death.
For days on end, the child would beg
Quietly shivering near the powder keg.
Without even looking, they went with a tread
At the starving child, arms out for some bread.
But one man stopped and turned towards him
He reached for his hat and swiped at the brim.
He reached out his hand and gave a golden coin.
Who was this man? Who could he be?
On that day he learned, generosity.