The right thing.
When passing by a crowded, busy street
dissimilar to anything serene,
I caught a glimpse of not-so-pretty feet.
The myriad of men were like a screen
to shield my eyes from such a horrid sight
but I did not leave all the rest unseen.
for what I saw submerged me into fright:
a mother lying with a boy she hugged,
contending destiny – a futile fight.
And in her other hand she held a cup
which asked for change to lend her newborn breath
I glanced inside…it was devoid of love.
Forgive me but I couldn’t welcome death.
I dropped a dollar in, then split apart,
attention shifted from her ragged dress.
Her gaze right then did pierce into my heart
revealing that she’s fought death from the start.
dissimilar to anything serene,
I caught a glimpse of not-so-pretty feet.
The myriad of men were like a screen
to shield my eyes from such a horrid sight
but I did not leave all the rest unseen.
for what I saw submerged me into fright:
a mother lying with a boy she hugged,
contending destiny – a futile fight.
And in her other hand she held a cup
which asked for change to lend her newborn breath
I glanced inside…it was devoid of love.
Forgive me but I couldn’t welcome death.
I dropped a dollar in, then split apart,
attention shifted from her ragged dress.
Her gaze right then did pierce into my heart
revealing that she’s fought death from the start.