The sodium deposits on his Face

Traffic thins and traffic swells.
Mothers, children bustling about;
All have the time to buy and sell
But none the time to notice,
The sodium deposits on his face.

With his spade and barrow to lean on
and to provide some shade in the sun.
Merchants, businessmen and officers
Pass, but no one spares a moment
For the sodium deposits on his face.

Screwing up his face against the sunlight,
Pleading through his eyes for a small job.
But no one pays heed to the sign beside him
And no one stops to think about
The sodium deposits on his face.

Making his way through crowds at night,
Sitting on the sides of the busiest streets:
To earn a small wage, food and drink
That would help him wash off
The sodium deposits on his face.

His stomach grumbles but it bothers him not.
His hopeless eyes tire from searching
But he sits there thinking of a family
To whom he does not want to show
The sodium deposits on his face.

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