Saw a lady huddled in a blanket sitting on the street
When the rain began she shivered and began to softly cry
I wanted to stop and say hi, what is making you so sad
but I didn't really want to hear the reason why.
I think I knew why she wept,
But I didnt want to hear whatever secrets she kept.
If she was I, I too would begin to cry.
The lameness of her feet were keeping her from standing
the pain in her joints was making her eyes well up
and the friends she had, now were abandoning.
I wanted to share my meagerness with her but coldness
crept into my soul and I knew that it wasn't me to be so kind.
A bitter thought crept in my soul,
If I was to share of my money and my time
If I was to lose a little control of the path I have chosen
I would be risking it all and she might in fact be a ghoul
a drunkard lost in a misery of her own making
and I, could be swept into that, being a sober fool.
Now that I am home, undressed and warm out of the rain
my own tears shed safely behind four walls
I feel the absence of the good heart I once had
and the lack makes me very very sad.