When I Walk Again

I can see him now, Itchin' in his pass-me-downs; Roamin' the streets, so discreet, as not to wear his shoes out. He's asking those walking; They claim to have nothing, Like a dollar, or a lousy quarter... But then go and use the soda machine. "Next time," they said, and that was the end. Man to man he asks me, For just a cheap bag of treats. But I walk around, as I turn him down, Because my pockets are empty. "Next time," I said; and that's exactly what I meant. Do not forget, my friend; For I'll see you then, When I walk again.