One Silver Coin

And It slid to the gutter Plunging deep in the sewage pipes One silver coin it was That made a difference for life I never got a chance to witness But the bits of words from pedestrians Who spoke without caring who heard Gave me clue to talk about She, a good Samaritan, tossed a coin At the empty silver plate And missed by an inch or so To the gutter and sewage pipes He, a mere beggar in town With filthy dirty and rugged clothes Demanded for another silver coin A silver coin she had no intension to part with She stood shaking Pedestrians watched and walked He stood angry With remorse and anger She was hit by a stone He picked a stone from the ground She fell, never to wake up forever He stood there, too shocked to move ©Lewis Wamwanda