Me Or You

With tattered coat and mangled soul, I sit. On cold concrete, and shadowed streets, my pit. My soiled hands extended out, my voice cries, "A dime?" My wandering eye peers out to them in time. They rush, ignore, but know they see the crumpled me. The city blazing with noise and motion and activity. Steam from beneath billows through the crowd. Taxis, limos, trucks with their calls so loud. Can no one stop? Can no one see the blessing? They are so lucky. So ever free, but missing? Missing what's the point of our being. Our existence. Able to do, and live, and be without resistance. Able to send one simple act my way. to fray... One cost of one meal, one bill, one drink today? Ah, if only I could be so true as to be you. Would that I could show such a kind act or two. Or would I too walk on? The world rushes by, my heart cries my spirit blue. For I hear it clearly...but wait... ...or is that you?