Real Change
Hungry! Written on your face and on the
Brown dilapidated piece of cardboard
Resting on the ground next to your starving
Feet—your only possession. Your face is worn
And torn like the clothes you wear. "Real Change!"
Lingers on your lips as you lay the
Light piece of literature into the palms
Of empty hands. You're on a mission to
Create opportunity and a voice for the
Homeless. The man on the cover adorned in
An Armani suit asks for our assistance. The
“Real Change” you seek lies in the fabric
Of my pockets in the form of forgotten wishes at the
Bottom of the fountain you sleep next to every
Night—freezing. What misfortune caused your house
To be so rank? Maybe your violent delights had very
Violent ends? My heart, heavy as the earth
orbits your tired core.
I have things, simple things, pillows, blankets,
Food—things not so simple to you. But, when I
Quietly pass by you, all I ever bear to give you is a
Quarter.
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