Real Change

Hungry! Written on your face and on the Brown dilapidated piece of cardboard Resting on the ground next to your starving Feet—your only possession. Your face is worn And torn like the clothes you wear. "Real Change!" Lingers on your lips as you lay the Light piece of literature into the palms Of empty hands. You're on a mission to Create opportunity and a voice for the Homeless. The man on the cover adorned in An Armani suit asks for our assistance. The “Real Change” you seek lies in the fabric Of my pockets in the form of forgotten wishes at the Bottom of the fountain you sleep next to every Night—freezing. What misfortune caused your house To be so rank? Maybe your violent delights had very Violent ends? My heart, heavy as the earth orbits your tired core. I have things, simple things, pillows, blankets, Food—things not so simple to you. But, when I Quietly pass by you, all I ever bear to give you is a Quarter.