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“Brother can you spare a dime”,
Was scrawled on the cardboard sign
When I looked at him a little closer
His face looked an awful lot like mine

I reached inside my pocket
To take out a buck or two
Inside my hand just found a hole
That my fingers passed right through

A lady hurried past me, saying,
“Man you’re a disgrace”
I looked at my reflection
And didn’t recognize my face

I heard the clinking of a quarter
Inside an old tin cup
And was surprised to see it in my hand
When I lifted my head up

Does this sign belong to me?
I’m I the homeless, begging man?
I tried to make some sense of things
I could not understand

The policeman said, “Move along,
You cannot solicit here”
I am the man with the cardboard sign
I now recognize with fear

I reached down to help him up
And dusted off his clothes
I let him use my left shirt sleeve
To wipe off his runny nose

I tore up the cardboard sign
To add a little more padding to my shoe
The holes were making my feet bleed
My blood - no longer was it blue

Somewhere in my memory
I was the son of a rich man
Who walked away from the decadence
Saying, “Do it now, while you still can”

So yes, I am the cardboard man
But please don’t shower pity down on me
Although I may be a crazy man
At least now I know I’m free

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