Walking Down The Street

Walking down the street,
I see a homeless man,
No shoes, no coat, no house,
Holding out a pan.

Walking down the street,
I see an empty pan,
I look up into the eyes,
of a desperate, hungry man.

Walking down the street,
I see a lonely chair,
empty from the previous day,
of its only occupants stare.

Walking down the street,
I pass a t.v. store,
a familar face is there,
I stop to look for more.

Walking down the street,
That man I saw that day,
had died of an empty belly,
if I  had only had sense to pay,
where would he be today?