My Grandfather told me a story once.
About a man from brooklyn,
He had no legs.
Moving around from place to place
On a plank of wood, with wheels on the bottom
He would push forward, knuckles against the concrete
begging for money.
My Grandfather would give him a place to sleep
and some food
” We would throw him in the sink
and clean him up every now and then”
” Did he ever thank you?”
He spoke to no one.
He is remembered as
Just a story I heard once.