EMPATHY & or MASOCHISM?
I walked past “your corner”
on my way home from work tonight
The wind was strong and I was cold
I looked at your “spot” on the ground
(the corner) where you sat religiously…
You are not there anymore…
I am happy and sad because I do not like
“Not knowing” what happened to you.
I never wanted to care, you were just a beggar
I swore I wouldn’t fall for your panhandling “hustle”
and I am not enabling you…
but one day I couldn’t help but ask
“Do you really make enough money to go through
all this and is it really worth it?”
we talked and you explained your life,
you were so young and lost
you sat in the scalding sun
you sat in the freezing cold
I would talk to you every day
you were a familiar face
I wanted you to strive for more
but it still feels odd without…
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