poetry

Should I help these poor people?

As I walk around the city.

I see the homeless, the hungry, the sick.

Should i help these poor people?

They are people after all

All have their own stories

All have their own pasts

All stare blankly, like the moon on a cold windless night

The present has left them behind

I see the homeless, the hungry, the sick.

Should I help these poor people?