Can
you spare some change?
I
do not presume,
To
judge you.
You
ask and I hear,
"Can
you spare some change, sir?"
And
all I feel,
Is
not pity, not guilt,
But
what change will heal?
Coins
you seek,
A
way to scavenge,
Take
without giving back,
What
hope is there?
You
know nothing,
Of
my own tragedies,
Nor
do you really care.
Tiny
minds fuel tiny dreams,
Score
some gear, some beer,
A
chance to escape despair,
Exchanging
types of misery.
I
beg you listen,
To
your soul speaking,
If
you'd care to listen.
Evil
be-gets more evil,
Spiral
of deceptions accrue.
And
in your subway patter,
I
believe all hope is gone.
Take
a day off abusing,
Eat
for all you're worth,
Don't
choke on crooked tongue.
(The image above is not of the particular beggar whom inspired this poem. I do know the actual beggar personally and hence the reason for this poem. There is no financial reason why she has to beg.)
(The image above is not of the particular beggar whom inspired this poem. I do know the actual beggar personally and hence the reason for this poem. There is no financial reason why she has to beg.)
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