He hunched his shoulders,
Walking, fading into the big city,
One of the many
with dreams unfulfilled
No takers for his skill.
He had walked his path,
But destination eluded him,
His wants dying on his tongue,
with all the mouths he had to feed.
In his despair, he couldn’t see,
He had enriched lives so many,
One was an engineer,
another, a photographer,
they owed their lives to him
he had kept them off the streets,
If only he saw himself with their eyes,
he’d see he was taller than the giants.