Today I stopped to help a stranger
Pulled over on the highway’s shoulder
to make sure they were ok

but for every one time I do that
I recall ten or more times
I looked the others way
Because I had somewhere to be

Today I picked up a stranger even though
I know that in my state it is illegal
Most people are scared but not me
Even though for every one time
I picked up a stranger that I found
There was five or more
Where I left them on the road

Today I gave a homeless person
Some money and or some food
I felt good, pride,
That is not something everyone
Would try to do

But for every one or two
I am able to help
I can see a hundred more
Some starving in silent desperation
Some crying in public locations
Some holding up signs

Most I recall haunt my mind
And find their home in these line
I write and cry knowing I can be better
Knowing I can do more good
But knowing that it would cost me
My hard earned peace of mind
My hard earned wallet of green
And all those other precious things
That apparently I value above
Other human beings