He sleeps in the cold
No boots to cover his bare feet.
How we all buy shoes like we need that many.
He hardly ever eat anything
No money to afford a meal.
How unsatisfied and ungrateful people who’ve got plenty.
He travel from gate to gate
No fortune for anyone to steal.
How we build empires never to take when we leave.
He sighs in the dark
No one to hear him weep.
How we are only all human in the way we grieve.
In response to the daily prompt: Fortune