Two sides of the Coin

I am sitting on the curb,
as the rain starts to fall.
People running back and forth,
pretending they don't see me at all.

I curl up in the corner,
pull the blanket over my head.
When the city transit bellow,
makes me wish I was dead.

My feet are going numb,
from the holes in my shoes.
Just another dollar,
and I can drown it all in booze.

My stomach is running on empty,
and the street lights are being lit.
Everyone is going home,
to the couches on which they sit.

I lean back against the wall,
and watch them as they leave.
Wondering where they are headed,
how they get there, what they see.

The C.N. Tower dominates,
the city and the sky.
It makes me wish i was a bird,
able to spread my wings and fly.

But I am not a bird,
nor can I fly.
So I will sit on the corner,
and watch the people pass by.

A businessman passes,
a coin to me he throws.
I smile and think how different life would be,
if everyone would give up one of those.

But not everyone does,
and that’s why I'm hear.
Sitting on the curb,
thinking about my life with a tear.

I threw the man a coin,
Cause he needed it more than me,
And maybe that coin could help him,
Although I know some would disagree.

Some would say he is just a bum,
And just to pass him by,
Not to bother giving him my money,
But to them I simply ask why?

Yes he might be a drunk,
Or he might just be down on his luck,
But I have all of the time and money in the world.
What is another buck.

If everyone threw one of those,
It would help him get back on his feet,
And then we would have less people,
Living life out on the street.

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