Park Bench Hero

The winter rain at a driving pelt Did batter the city park And on a bench sat a city beggar Far past the hour of dark He sat and with a mighty shiver Groaned deep from the outer cold He continued to have a violent quiver He hadn't a penny for blankets sold He tried his best to drift to sleep On his side he lay And long afar in waiting Did he patiently peddle for day Near his ears A child had cried So gladly he gave the shirt off his back And by morning, he had died