I cry as I pass them by.
To shed a tear isn't enough.
For me.

My conscience won't let me take another step if I were asked for change, and I said no ,even though I did.

Is it wrong for me to lay warm in my bed. And fall fast asleep.

Knowing there are people sleeping on the cold concrete.
It's not enough to only wonder it's not enough for me

I weep, I weep indeed.
I wonder if they will eat.
I lay awake when it rains

I sometimes sit outside at night in hopes to see one pass by.

Maybe if I gave a dollar or two or  maybe offer him a bowl of soup . .
But that isn't enough.
For me.

Money! Money is what I need.
  I'll find a way someday.

But for now, all I can give is change and a smile.