I have a name

Standing on the corners
After a long walk
A certain man was begging
At least that's what many thought
For years he did his bidding
In snow and sleet and rain
For he was a working man
Some would call it lame
But people dropped their quarters
They gave them without a word
And he would politely thank them
As they hurried on to work
Faithfully he did this
And daily givings came
So a few of us decided
To ask him for his name
My name is Jim, Jim Coleman
Came the delighted reply
And from that very moment
A friend you had for life.

— written by Bob Hohenadel