I offer him some water and he says “I’ll be fine”
He didn’t want a drink, but thirsted for some change
Something was mystique, something was strange,
I didn’t know the depth of this man’s pain
So questioning his intent, this I refrained
He wanted three dollars for a bus fare
I hesitated while feeling his glare
It resonated that for this man, life wasn’t fair
So I stood up, I grew a pair
I handed him the cash for the sum of a ride
Then his intentions flashed, he didn’t hide
I was shocked, my jaw fell to the floor.
I picked up my jaw and wiped off the drool
Next time I’ll direct the man to the red cross.