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.