I don't recall his name, from 3 years ago, on tht cloudy day.

He was old, scratchy with tattered clothes; black with a dash of grey.

The human form of sunshine, I think i'll call his ray.

He didn't mind his limping leg

Nor the fact that he couldn't walk; maybe if he had a cane.

But he minded  that I didn't smile or bother to tell him my name.

On that day I gave food to those of need.

Plenty of brown bagged goodies.

None for him, he said; free of any greed.

He waved, laughed and danced.

Saw beauty in every little thing.

He said no one had 'no' purpose.

He was a good man, beyond his rough surface.

Hopefully no longer in that corner-

-where he stayed.