Sydney Central Train Station Poem by Jac Harper

I arrive between 7 and 8 am and step onto the platform

I move purposefully toward the main entry and exit

Suddenly a tired face appears, stark in front of me

He looks hungry and when he asks for spare change

I immediately offer him my lunch (home made with organic ingredients of-course)

His eyes are sad as they meet mine

'I just need to get some alcohol into me'

I give him two small gold coins for which he blesses me.