Nothing seems the same

When you no food to eat

When nights are cold and dark

Spending all day on your feet.

Everything is scary

Noises in the street

But toughen up and take it

The Delancy's – try not to meet.

Wondering when fortune will come

And smile on the boy

Who hawks the headlines every day……

The gents he does annoy.

Someone might comment

On this poor situation

But no one wants to help

And relieve the desperation.

I sell the papers everyday

Winter, summer, fall –

Even when my leg hurts like hell

I grimace and stand tall.

Entire streets pass me by

With out looking twice.

A cripple is what they see

For life, I've paid the price.

Someday it'll be over

And all will be nice and good –

But until then, I'm just Crutchy……

Local gimp of the neighborhood.