On the East River


Waking up to blackness,
Knowing that you won't do anything today
but sit by the East River on the soiled newspaper
Begging that someone will spare some change

Three months ago it was different
You woke up to the smell of hot coffee
and kissed your wife goodbye
You went off to the office to work
and walked past the beggars on the street

Now you sit in the same wet newspaper where they once did
Uncomfortably on the edge of the curb feeling people staring at you,
avoiding your gaze
They do not know who you were before

You wish that you could go back
to help those on the street
You wouldn't be quick to judge
You would always have spare change
But it is too late

You sit on the side of the river
Wishing you could kiss your wife goodbye
You'd do anything to labor away at work
For now all you will do is survive

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