Aviva's poem with a change of heart

Pre-judged

He walks by empty handed
He is wearing nothing
but a tattered rag

I get shivers
Just looking at him
He probably has not bathed for days
I smell an odor
as bad as stinky socks
he has nothing

I pass by him
Trying not to stare
I squeeze my mothers hand
It is hard
To not notice him
Sitting there

He seems to follow us
It almost looks like
He's pacing behind us
I squeeze my mothers hand
even harder than the first time

I'm scared
I'm worried
I don't now what to do
He's coming closer and closer

He's reached us
He taps my mother's shoulder
he has a twenty dollar bill
in his hand
he asks if it's hers
she replies yes, thank you

He walks by still empty handed
once again he's wearing nothing
but a tattered rag
I'm not scared
He's still the same the person
But now I see him differently