Looking Inside

Written by: Charles Fuller

It wasn’t until
I first laid eyes
On the sullen faces
Lost on city streets
Children clothed 
In filthy rags infested
Of hopelessness
I came to realize
I have never tasted
Forlorn angst 
Or desperation  
It was in that moment
I discovered
Deep within myself
Inside the pockets 
Of my own humanity
That I always had
Coin to spare