Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers
You are on the side of the road
on the sidewalk
with a cardboard sign
"I need help"
"I hate to ask"
You are hard to pass
You look about
my daughter's age
(She's not even 16)
But
I pass
But
I
pass
You look about
my daughter's age
But
I
pass
My eyes heat up
You are hard to pass
But
I
pass
Late for dinner
On a Thought 
Your poem gets me thinking of what we pass by every day. I like what you did with the spacing too. Gives the reader time to think.