The Poor Kid I Met!

Passing by a street,
It was a cold night,
Saw more than a dozen of empty stomach,
Laying by the footpath,
Under the yellow street light,
With stomachs burning bright,
A small kid walked to me,
A hungry face,
The bones sticking out,
Clothes torned,
And a bowl in his hand,
He asked for some money,
Or may be some food,
I was too lost feeling the burn,
Gave him a little,
He ran to the shop,
Bought something to eat,
Then he looked at me,
Had a happy face,
A big smile,
But there was water in my eyes,
I wish i could give all stomachs something,
But i had no more nothing that night!