Just A Few Cents

September 13, 2009
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They beg,

They cry,

They need your money,

To survive.

You see them when you walk down the street,

You pity them,

But little do you know,

You also pity me.

That’s right,

That’s it,

I’m one of them.

Is that not something you expect?

Well, truth be told,

Every penny I see,

To me is gold.

I sleep under a bridge,

I have nowhere to go.

I have no food,

Ask my companions,

They too have nothing to own.

I’m writing this,

So it becomes known,

About others who are like me.

So please, donate to the pantry,

To us: the people you pity.

Just a few cents,

That’s all we ask,

And it’s okay,

If that’s too big a task.

But if you have a penny, a dime,

A nickel or two,

Trust me;

A lot of good it will do.

So, long story short,

When you walk down the road,

And stop in front of us,

A few cents, if you can, please bestow,

Put the coins in our hands,

And we’ll slur, “Thank you, kind man.”

And you’ll smile and continue on your way,

Thinking about how lucky you are,

While we look up at the sky,
And wish upon a star.

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Aurora said...
Jan. 13, 2010 at 7:11 am
This is WONDERFUL lol :)
goodtimesMeg&Molly said...
Oct. 12, 2009 at 9:13 am
this really puts me on the otherside of the spectrum when i see people on the streets! its amazing how you can get other people's point of view. this is amazing. :)
Megan Anne S. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 24, 2009 at 3:37 pm
Hi everyone. Thank you for taking the time to read my poem.
Please leave a comment telling me what you think. Critism is welcome; I only want to get better.
Thank you!
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