Why Did I

A few days past, at a stop sign Eager to hit the road, Waiting at the back of the line And obligated to return by nine. To my hypocrisy, this is an ode. See, I hope for a world of giving Where needs are always met Where sins can find forgiving And all are peacefully living Though I’ve done something I regret. For, as I pulled up to the street I was approached by another, Who wore no shoes upon his feet I thought a thought of pure conceit, How could I call you, brother? He raised a soiled hand to wave His weary eyes found mine If I’d had cash I might’ve gave But sit and talk, I wouldn’t brave. Certainly, he’d be fine. See, I hope for a world of giving Where needs are always met Where sins can find forgiving And all are peacefully living So how did I forget? I hit the gas and sped away And watched in the rear-view Why I did it, I can’t convey And in the mirror he faded away A scene I’ll ever rue. If anything within my mind His form is amplified Hauntingly, the thing I find, within guilt’s prison, now confined I nurse remorse unsatisfied. See, I hope for a world of giving Where needs are always met Where sins can find forgiving And all are peacefully living So why did I forget? Why did I forget? 4/20/15