Misuse

He was lying in pool of blood People had beaten him for good He had tried to snatch little food As he was hungry and tried hand in neighborhood He was taken as thief The beating was for brief He was caught in dark But it gave lots of spark Why did he not utter a word? He could get sympathy an d help onward He had tried from different sources But all had barked at him and offered curse He was passing through lean period He had bare minimum or nothing to avoid The food was scarce and drink impossible The life seemed to him as full of struggle No doubt he had able body But so far he had cared for nobody He remained in his own dreamland Totally aloof and friendless If you have able body and will power It must be used to full extent for cover Earn something for self and for future use But to work nothing and sit idle is really misuse