Bad wishes

Due to an unfortunate typo, wherever he went his pockets were always full of changes.

The poor and dispossessed, the unlucky and unloved followed in his wake, hoping for a boon, a miracle, a sunny day, while the wealthy, the happy and the beautiful stayed well away, left town for the weekend, locked their doors and fastened the chains.

-Spare us some changes guv’nor
asked the homeless as he passed by, and he always obliged.
-Ey guv’nor, why so sad?
-Because I can never be melancholy for long.

And he walked on, for never could he tread the same streets twice.