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How can I be so selfish?

To see them on the street and walk past

To say the problem is too big for me to help

To act as though I have nothing to give

How can I be so heartless?

To hang on to objects so easily replaceable

To keep them hostage when they matter so little

To me, but matter greatly to another

What more could I ask for?

Shelter, food, warmth, water

I have everything I need from money

But I cling to it, though it can bring me little else

It's easy, I suppose

To look past those who can't return such things

It's easy to walk past

But hard to forget the feeling