A Homeless Man

His day starts with hope,
That he might escape the norm,
His survival depends on your moods,
Happy people mean more foods,
Sometimes he sleeps with rumbles,
And others on nothing he stumbles,
Above all he has to stay alive,
As life has nowhere to alight,
Unless he decides to call it,
But that's no style of his,
He sees in humans the noble,
And the worst which is global,
Yet in the good he has to dream,
For it's the people who give as they deem,
If you see one like him,
On your way to the inn or gym,
Be kind and pump a smile on his face,
Give him food regardless of his race,
And that way my friend,
One leak in the world you'll mend.