A poor man's eyes.

A poor man's eyes.
A poor man's eyes.
Who's eyes that see not wealth
but from a distant window cill
Or sat on frozen shelf
of society.
Who does not dream of gathering
And does not carry life in things
but measures to the detail what
The wealthier man brings
And what can you do with that? he thinks
to get me through the hour.
A place to shelter just for the night
Would turn his heart and make it bright.
Sandwiches in a pile would not the change bring.
But who would trust the poor man with the wealthier man's things.