Do You Have A Quarter?
I pass them by,
as they give me a stare,
each one of them asking
if I have a quarter to spare.
Their sad eyes
blaze into my soul,
I feel so helpless,
like I have no control.
What good would MY quarter do?
Surely 25 cents isn't enough,
for no good would a quarter do,
their life is much too tough.
They ask me again,
"Sir, do you have a quarter?"
but I decide to turn away,
I can't look anymore.
Their ragged clothes
are torn to bits,
cries for help
is what their heart emits.
Their pleas hit me
like a bullet to the chest.
How anybody could end up like this,
I could never guess.
But I just walk on by
and don't reply to their request,
their pitiful sight makes me think
about how truly I've been blessed.
I turn away in sadness,
for this life will surely cut their life shorter,
as they continue to ask me,
"Sir, could you spare a quarter?"
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