She's standing against the wall
as I come walking out.
Worn clothes and shoes, tired,
looking in need of a fix maybe
or is it food, I can't tell which
as thin as she is. I only had a few dimes
and pennies in my purse, and in
her soft, careful voice, she said
That's okay, it's better than nothing.
I reached down into my pockets
hoping I had more, and I think
I was more disappointed I didn't.
She smiled, I walked away, but
I remember her from the winter
when the parking lot was full of snow
and slush and she walked about it
to stay warm as she asked for change.
That day I had a whole dollar to give her.
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