Riding The T

I will take a chance on you,

I will take a chance on humanity.

I hear you ask for money on the T,

your voice travels like an echo.

You plead for money to get your 

state card,

so you can be placed in housing.

Your deadline 2:30.

People hide away their smirks

and ignore you,

non believers thinking they are scammed.

In the belly of the T,

I believe.

I reach for my purse,

I want to pull money out.

Then I hear you saying you have

to get your son from foster care,

doubt shadows my goodwill.

 Someone says,

that you go up and down off the 

trains, seeking the compassion of

strangers.

 I notice your fancy sneakers,

I hear the man behind

tell your story.

I'm not judging,

I just became a non believer,

as I watch you climb on another train.

I became a non believer,

and that makes me sad,

for both of us.


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