I jump over the gap between the subway and yellow line
  like I step over the cracks on sidewalks that hold the past
in a crumpled up black and white paper
as suits with faces rush by with cell phones in hands
and plugs in their ears
  attempting to avoid the pity eye contact
with the needy man laying on his grey death bed
next to a baseball hat filled with worthless change
 barely enough for a coffee full of regret
  to share with the older students entering the doors of possibilities
allowing them to put one foot in front of each other  
 heads  held high