smoking on a cig
and pacing slowly,
a streetside beggar
beckoning for change
in heavy rain.
wondering which lane to stroll
which cars
will muster the most sympathy
but pity can take its toll,
and loose change
can't buy you out of the cold.
growing ever old,
i can't help but feel compassion
and though my actions may not save him
i can at the least relay them
so he knows he's not alone
if only for a fraction.
he reaches out a palm for coins
as if it is his mission,
but all i've got's a handshake.
i pray this is sufficient.
nice i have a piece on the
nice i have a piece on the subject called homeless or hopeless. good write!!