Ah - The first poem. ^_^

Four Parts - Part I

A cacophony of sounds makes my ears about to burst
Through melancholy dark, it comes grinding like a hearse
Pulling ever slow, bearing such a sorrow
Knows that if it stays here, I will not make the morrow
I sketch a silly rhyme, and pray the doorman sees
That if my naked feet are left, I will surely freeze
A haze upon the city – may it doom them all
They built themselves too high, now it is time to fall
So break me off a piece, good sir
Look a simple moment, a time away from her
To the poor little child who will not cry
The thin little child, much too young to die
Look again, sir, and then look thrice
A simple little sixpence could save a life
Would you be so greedy as to let the doorman see
That my life is all but forfeit, a broken wing you’d not set free?
If you pass me by good sir, then I will simply wait
‘til someone else a-rouses me, denying me my fate
But please oh please, don’t let me pass through
If you’d only good sir – what will you do?
Will you help the poor child in your glamor and haste?
Or do you perceive me, truly, a waste?