THAT POOR GUY!

I felt pity
at his poor condition,
affection
towards his boldness.

Darkness gulping him,
he walked for hours
selling out maps.

Beauty, I saw
under the slime.
Kindness, I sensed
in his eyes.

Courteously, he bent down
and asked
if he could get some money
in return of his maps!

Asked him I did
should I give money without buying maps?
"No way", he said, aghast
"Buy maps and then give money."

Shocked at his dignity
taken back by his grandeur
wanted , I did to give him all money
I had
but resisted myself
for the eyes of the poor boy were full of tears.

Went from there although I did,
his eyes looking at me, they were.
his voice echoing inside my head
his words pure as white
even after the next day had begun!
the next day had begun!