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Thorny Poetry - 2. The Coin in My Pocket
The coin in my pocket
The one I didn't give you this morning
Because it was early, and I was in a hurry
And I didn't remember that I had it until I had walked past
And I didn't turn back
Because it was early, and I was in a hurry
I'll probably give it to somebody else now
Someone else who needs it more than I do
Someone who can use it to buy a cup of coffee
Or some bread
Or clean needles
It's okay if you need it for clean needles
And I'll think it won't matter who I give it to
One beggar is the same as another
Right?
Or I'll keep carrying it around
Thinking that this particular coin has your name on it now
Whatever your name is
And I'll probably never see you again
And the coin will remain in my pocket
Until one day I cave and spend it on a cup of tea
Because my bank account is empty
And I'll probably feel bad about it because you still need this coin more than I do
You asked nicely, hand outstretched
No cardboard sign telling me your life story
No broken body sitting on the edge of the pavement
No rattling cup
I liked that
But it shouldn't matter
You're poor, and you're homeless, and you need my help
I've always been taught that charity is a virtue
And you need it more than I do
You need to coin in my pocket
And I walked right past you.
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