the nearest wayfarer on his shoulder
the next nayer-do-well on the back
bring the waif hungry a meal
the latest slacker a snack
for it does do good I am proof
of someone having a bit of faith
in someone caught up in their own
betrayal
their own lack of
faith or just down for a while
a bad luck streak
and it causes others
this knack
for helping others
to bring back
a good heart and a sense of hope
the give until it hurts need I seem to
live to fulfill
I was down once
black was light
I was without
and people helped me then
I was hurt and hopeless
and saw light in their eyes
I live the rest of my life
trying to pay that back