Two Torn Lives

I stumbled upon a precious coin, Looking at it noticed it was of gold. Though the rich-club I wanted to join, I gave it to a homeless man out in the cold. Through his sadness I saw a faint smile, I smiled back with great satisfaction. We didn't say a word to each other for a while, But we both knew that this was a rare action. I walked away feeling a something I never had felt, Something which filled a deep void within my soul. Destiny to the man and I a rare card had delt, Two torn lives that day it had decided to sew.