HIGHLAND PARK BOY (a poem about street kids)

My sleeping bag is thin and torn
As my quivering knees massages my abdomen
Though hungry, I am singing hopeful songs
While all my toes are getting frozen

Six giant 'roaches are fighting beneath this bridge
Over a biscuit that they have found
Silently I witness, as a ghost
Marvelling at nature's recreation

But they disperse angry and cursing aloud
For I have given them a human blessing
By filling my soul with their hard earned wealth
On a winter's night near Pakuranga College.