Today's Children Poem by james d nall,jr

Saw a child digging in a garbage can
Trying to find food, with dirty little hands
When asked if dinner he did desire
He looks at me as if I'm hell fire

No money would he take, for himself
Saying theres no food upon mommas shelf
Needing only the change I had for milk
To feed his little sister as she began to wilt

No care did he have for his own well being
Feeding his sister was what his minds eye was seeing
I gave him all the money in my pocket I had
Making him promise not to give it to mom or dad

Said he'd never do such a thing
As he told me they were on drugs bad
Never would they find a single dime I'd gave
He just didn't want his little sister in a grave

Never saw the little boy again
With a heavy heart I wondered....
Did my kindness do him in?