Drip drop,
Drip pity drop pity.
Rain falls down onto my soaking shirt.

No umbrella,
No nothing just standing there.
Out in the cold driving rain.

All the time waiting.
For someone.
Anyone.
To come and remove me,
From this cold wet place.

Nothing is appearing.
I am all alone on this street corner,
Watching and waiting for anything.
Busy people drive by in there cars,
With their stereos blaring.

By why would anyone notice lowly little old me,
Standing on the corner,
In the rain just;
Watching and waiting.

No one is kind enough to stop,
And ask if I need to get somewhere.

No cares anymore.
Not in this world.
Not in this day and age.
Not when there are some many other things to do for themselves.

Why?
Why would they want to stop and assist a beggar?

Why?
Why would they just continue on there merry way?

Why?
Why would they need to do anything to make others fell better about themselves?

Just Why?