He's Poor.

He was skin and bones, his sandy hair falls on his hollowed out cheeks. Ribs showing like the crevasse in the Grand Canyon there is nothing left of him except the clothes that once fit him. His hands grasp the bread with slow careful movements overrun by joy. The blue in his eye enlighten to be a crisp blue ocean streaming down his face. Never has he been so happy finally hope for his life this kept him from taking that one step and falling into nothing but peaceful sleep for the rest of his life. 
Indirect Character: Ribs showing like the crevassed in the Grand Canyon. Slow careful movements overrun by joy. 
Direct Character: Everything that explains something about the homeless guy.