The clouds gathered high up and shed
torrent of rain that Monday noon
While sat drenched without a shed
an old lady like a lone buffoon.
Passed on the very same pavement a busy bee
in coat and a suit and a tie and a boot
He saw the lady but turned not a thought, see
he ignored her and walked on mute.
A man wanting a social crusade next
stood beside the poor vagabond
A nice long taunting lecture he considered best
to inspire her to rise like james bond.
The pure pious profuse believer came
saw, shed a tear and quickened steps
Sitting in his comfy home he repeats the name
of God to help, the poor sitting on the step.
With a basket in hand, and purse in basket
the wife happened to witness she
Picking money she spared after buying gasket
lays in the hands of the old lady for free.
And the jumpy bouncy kid with bag and bottle
was returning home the way
Seeing the lone old buffoon dripping wet, he settle
his umbrella in her hand and went happily away.