Looking At
I look out at the distance
I look out at the distance
I see her looking at me
I see him gazing at me
Her with her luscious hair and clean clothes
Him with his ragged mane and torn garments
She gives her napkin to me
I reach my handkerchief out to him
I take it
He takes it
Will you help?
I will help
One kind word
Is all it takes
One
Step
At a time.
At a time.
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