I saw him
the other day
In the shopping area
He was
leaned up
against a tree
I looked at
my own hands
I had
a shopping bag,
I had my dad's hand
to hold,
I had keys
in my pocket
not that man
All he had
were his clothes
with holes
as people
walked by
he shook this can
I wondered why
As I passed
I peered
inside the cup
there were a few coins
thats all
Then I went away
I asked my dad
who he was
he is homeless
that man
my daddy said
I closed my eyes
and went to my car
and that was that
I never saw
that man
again
Very much to the point and begs for a response. I'm sorry to say that I have missed opportunities too when others have willingly and quickly rendered help.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your consciousness of your surrounding would mature you in due time. good write.