Human


A man down on his luck
asking me as I pass him by
for spare change-
I met him the other day in the deli

sitting and sipping coffee
making small talk with me
I wonder if he remembers that chatty woman
who was so friendly then, but today
has no spare change to give to him
and quickened her steps to lead her away

I wonder if he knows
the conflicting emotions within me
to be the humanist
or to dehumanize him.

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