Always near the highways, sometimes right in the heart of city.

You use your hats, hands, bags, a bowl, even socks to collect change.

All of you have the same sign that says the same thing, "ANYTHING HELPS".

I can't look at you.

When I do my mind races, my heart rate raises, I catch my last breath and hold it.

I'm so quick to turn away.

How did you end up on the streets?

How did you lose your life?

Why do you have to beg for food and money?

If I give you money will you do right with it?

I never know and I will never know.

I feel your hurt when everyone ignores you.

I endure and rejoice when someone throws you quarters and dollars.

I can feel your pain by looking at you.

The self pity you thrive off of from the innocent.

I empathize with you, I couldn't live the way you do.

If could give you food to never starve;

If I could just give you enough money to have a fresh start,

If I could only give you a home I would.