How could something so tiny yet so big not be noticed? Why? Why? Everyday it's there. On the busy streets of New York, outside in the dumps. They are everywhere, yet not noticed. Hunger strikes there stomachs. The cold slaps their cheeks during cold and bitter winters. Sweat drips off there faces with nowhere to cool off in the sunny summer. They don't get to relax or have new year parties. They go on with life and make the best of it. They give hopeful eyes at people that walk by them every single day, every single month, hoping, hoping.
