The Forgotten Soul

Title: The Forgotten Soul

In shadows cast by moon's soft light, A figure stands, alone in plight. A cloak of tatters, worn with care, His eyes reflect a silent despair.

His hands, once strong, now weathered, old, Tell tales untold, of stories bold. For in his heart, a fire still burns, Though life has dealt him cruel, harsh turns.

He walks the streets with weary tread, No shelter, home, or cozy bed. His dreams, like stars, seem far away, Lost in the struggles of each day.

Yet in his gaze, a spark remains, A spirit strong, amidst life's pains. For in his soul, a hope does dwell, A beacon shining, though unseen by most.

O, gentle heart, so full of grace, Though poverty may cloud your face, Your spirit soars on wings of gold, A treasure more than can be told.

For in your struggle, we all can see, The strength of human dignity. And though the world may turn away, Your worth is clear, in every way.

So let us not forget the poor, Whose lives are marked by hardship's door. For in their midst, true beauty lies, A testament to the human ties.

Let kindness be our guiding star, To lift each other, near and far. For in this world, so dark and cold, Love and compassion are worth more than gold.