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Sorry, But
Sorry, But
He is there again, the Cardboard Man.
I’ll drive away as fast as I can,
Or maybe I’ll throw him a single buck.
If I’m out of change, he’s out of luck.
He says that he will work for food.
I’d take his challenge if I could,
But I fear that this could be a scam.
He could be a convict on the lam.
His sign says he’s a homeless vet.
Surely there’s help that he can get.
One who deserves our admiration
Should not be abandoned by his nation.
I carefully avert my face
As I wish he’d find another place
To display his misery and woe.
I have my own tough row to hoe.
How much can one lone woman do?
My cash is short, resources few.
In fear and shame, I drive away.
May he live to beg another day.
Written 10/22/11
A no. 3
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