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
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
and I’m caught in it.