I gave my last dollar to a man,
he was on the street.
He had those I've been awake
my whole life eyes.
A dollar, what's that going to buy me
that I haven't already got...
I could waste it on a coffee
that I'll never finish as its only half warm,
while I'm too interested in my phone.
I 'd have thrown it half drank
in a bin of caffeine tears seeping out
the bottom busy lives drying beneath it.
But I saw this wasn't a leaf of a tree
blowing in the wind thinking
of its past, it was moving on.
So I handed this man my last dollar,
I know he'll make better use
of it than I would,
and he smiled at me.