Charles Chaim Wax


Here's another story


I lifted from a student
but twenty-two years ago
so in the Public Domain by now
anyway
kid’s name was Sargent Roach
A Time I Helped Another Human Being:
I was hanging with my homeboys
on a Friday night
when this Jewish lady said,
“Sonny, can you come
turn on my lights? ”
Walking along she explained
how she couldn’t use electricity on the Sabbath.
and I did it for her.
She said, “Thank you.”
and wanted to give me $6.
I politely refused.
End of story.
But when I told the guys
They said I was stupid
“No, ” I said
“my heart feels good
No price on that.”
They stared at me for awhile
until each one smiled
knowing
that feeling
is hard to come by
on the streets of Brooklyn.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 23, 2005

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