Every time I travel, I see this…

I ask you of spare change to please my hungry owner

My owner a mother who has traveled from fruitful lands to beg in this cold city.


My owner a relative of an ill person waiting for him to get bills paid or medicines to take.

My owner being a child who also wants to keep his shelter.

I ask of you for spare change because poverty is a never ending problem like how the world never stops to turn on invisible wheels.

I ask of you: Spare Change for Change…



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