Good Intentions Poem by Justin Phillips

Good Intentions



I saw a dog outside a bakery
-scraggly thing, ribs showing through-
just stood hungry, tired, in the doorway.

So I shed a tear
and bought a loaf of bread
with intent to share.

But once I paid and looked
the dog was gone, gone, gone
and my heart sat in my shoes.

So I gave it to a man
-scraggly thing, ribs showing through-
who grabbed my purse and ran.

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