Homeless man,
digging in the trash can,
rummaging through the bags,
finding a French fry or two,
and that last bite of a burger,
someone couldn’t finish.
And what else did you find,
someone threw away
a half a glass of soda,
that still had ice today,
and it fit into your glass,
and you can drink it up,
to wash those few fries down.
I see people in the park,
throw the birds some bread,
or a fry or two,
but nothing for you,
so here is all the money
my pockets contain,
though for a moment,
my heartbeat refrains,
for it’s all I have for you.
Why couldn’t I
have seen you sooner,
before I ate my lunch,
so I could with you
share it,
though I didn’t
have a bunch.
I still feel very guilty,
cause I didn’t have more
to give,
for I see the way your living,
and that is no way to live.
TEARS falling down,
all for you.
