Hold Onto Your Light

Good laughs here good thoughts the sun illuminated my face warming my every pore A dump after work, that was relaxing and fulfilling yesterday, I saw a mother and two boys, each wearing a pair of plastic gloves. Searching through sun burned garbage for cans. It was their Sunday I throw out my cans, I feel half hearted for some reason I want more for them, carrying all dark maybe no light the family who digs on a sunday, boys no more than ten I wish they prosper with age, prosper with pride and not hate I gave a dollar to a homeless man with seven teeth. He was a real person we held a real conversation why did I not stop my bike for the digging family? I was too struck with thought, I didn't want to embarrass in front of others