Something I wrote a while back. Thought I'd post here and see what people think
Stop and Smile.
I have but a sack on my back,
And a branch for my cane.
I limp around the streets,
They all ignore me,
because I'm old,
And ugly.
They stay away from me
Because I collect garbage.
They think it's dangerous
and that I'll harm their kids.
I'm not allowed to smile at a child,
Not allowed to say hello
to a person waiting for a bus.
I am to mind my business and collect my garbage,
because they think
thats what old ugly men are for.
Day by day,
I yearn more and more
for a simple smile.
So when you see me
Around your street
Stop
And smile.

If I see him, I would be gladly to smile. I don't really care how someone looks. If they're nice to me, I will talk to them regardless. Nice poem, keep it up.