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SethGreene531 · M
I'd prefer to give something of immediate comfort. A meal and hot coffee, blanket or long coat. Something that warms the heart as much as the pocketbook.
Though if I do give money, a bill allows you to do so much more.
I don't judge, don't care what they buy with it. It's enough that they're happy for a few moments of a day.
Last winter I walked up the road on a bitter night. I was bundled, toasty warm.
An older man in a thin nylon windbreaker stood hunched, over the handle of his shopping cart. Worldly possessions in tow.
Head down, clutching, kicked at the asphalt quietly; begging the bitter wind to stop.
I'd left a house of warmth, love and security. I wanted for nothing.
The image remained with me.
Though I'd no money, I was rich in the things he had lost, but couldn't give him.
Defeated, as he was; I walked on.
Though if I do give money, a bill allows you to do so much more.
I don't judge, don't care what they buy with it. It's enough that they're happy for a few moments of a day.
Last winter I walked up the road on a bitter night. I was bundled, toasty warm.
An older man in a thin nylon windbreaker stood hunched, over the handle of his shopping cart. Worldly possessions in tow.
Head down, clutching, kicked at the asphalt quietly; begging the bitter wind to stop.
I'd left a house of warmth, love and security. I wanted for nothing.
The image remained with me.
Though I'd no money, I was rich in the things he had lost, but couldn't give him.
Defeated, as he was; I walked on.