The hunchback catching on the last ray of the day

As I see you hunching on the sidewalk
hidden by the still glistening ray of the day,
the street seems to disappear before me

and I see you in your ragged be
tears streaming down as if they wont subside
and still you choose not to hold my outstretched hand
as if fearing dawn will befall
before your life
feel the last glistening ray of the day

who am I to you, the angel of death?

*you cannot erase all miseries of the world, you say. But you can promise that dawn will promise a day break for those in misery*