I walked by a homeless man today

he put his little cup out for change

I nodded at him but kept walking

I could not stop to look in

my pocket

Walking bye

being sly

and loose

not being held down for my obligation

to help this poor soul.

I stopped and gave him a few coins

nothing to me

but can’t I see

it means more to others.

Why keep it on me when somebody

could use a few

coins it’s true

could make a difference.

But on most days I don’t stop

I can’t and won’t

because I want my coins

because I can’t just give them away

It’s America

and I’m caught in it.



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