MY NAME IS MICHAEL

My name is Michael how are you doing today ?
When he said that to me I didn't know what to say
I wasn't expecting it but replied with hello back
Looked at him quickly his clothes a dirty black 

I wondered why Michael was being so polite
He said he was homeless wanted a bed tonight
That would explain I think the dirty black clothes
Guess it comes with Michael's territory I suppose

Into his hat I placed a handful of loose change 
Passers-by no doubt thinking I'm really strange 
We all must do more for Michael and his kind 
Don't ignore them or they'll fall further behind