trick

He’s groping for his Identity. What is he: lunatic? Beggar or singer? He can’t miss This crowded train; a coin or two Could satiate his hunger that’s due For days. He used to pray…but the trick Works better. His eyes heavy with sleep… Gradually a bit of tiredness he could keep; But should he beg or sing or tend to stick To that madness; it has to work: one such trick