The Boy In The Bus Terminal Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I met a boy who lived in a bus terminal
He didn't have parents, they let him sleep in a corner near the restrooms
His sole possession was a blue rubber ball that he bounced to have something to do
He was nine or ten years old

The boy who lived in the bus terminal had two pairs of clothes which he alternated
The waitresses in the coffee shop washed them for him
Or sometimes he just soaked them in the bathroom sink

On a good day, the boy in the bus terminal would get treated to a free hamburger
Or a security guard would share his lunch with him
He stands and stares into shop windows hungrily

The energy and hope of childhood will not be denied
Thrown out like a puppy dog under foot of uncaring travellers
I know a boy who lives in a bus terminal
And to humanity's disfavor this outrages no one