Please

Poetry

You know that man

Who looked at you?

Yeah, that's right

The one on the street 

Huddled in blankets

The one you looked at you

And you could tell he was starving

He looked at you, then at the empty plastic cup on the ground

He said

"Please"

And what did you do?

You walked away with your nose in the air.

Do you remember that little girl?

She had fallen over

And her knees were scraped and bleeding.

She looked at you with pleading brown eyes

And she said

"Please? Do you have a plaster?"

But you walk away

With your nose in the air.

Reviews

[S]

I'm not sure about your goal in writing this but if it's to pinch somebody's heart, then you succeeded. I don't know, I always feel guilty around homeless individuals. Like a child who somewhat feels responsible for someone's misfortune. It kills me to see these people and the fact that the pennies I drop on their plastic cup won't make any difference. . S

[PaintingWords]

wow thanks!