This man is begging for money, but it's not money that he is begging for. People might think he is asking for love, but he is not. He's lost his faith, his hopes. His dreams died long ago. Now he should've been mourning, mourning those plans that are never going to be accomplished. 'Cause time passes by, and sometimes he just have to realize that is too late for what he once desired. He will stop scrounging things - or at least that is his wish. But I'm not going to make up an happy ending, I'm not gonna end it up with a powerfull and positive advice, a self-helping speech that is supposed to make things lighter or easier. That's just a story of a sad day of a sad man's life. It's just an afternoon of thinking and rethinking his expectations, what reality can really offer him, what can really come up someday. Even though someday is far too long. Waiting and wanting should take place of old thoughts, distant facts. It's not a sit-and-wait situation, but sometimes only time can do what he couldn't - what he can't. God bless.