I shook your hand,
your name, Matty,
Matthew, you quickly corrected yourself,
but I called you Matty because I think that
is the name you choose,
and it made you smile,
I tell you my name,
you smile again,
and as we talk I hand you the coins I have,
an insufficient answer to your dilemma ,
and some would say I shouldn’t give….
some blame you for your plight….
and while I don’t know your story
I refuse to believe that everyone on the streets
is at fault,
so instead I will rage against the greed and injustice
of the systems that oppress,
the systems that judge,
the politics that demonsie,
and the media that other-ises those who need including…
and simply a helping hand….
I look into too many eyes like yours,
and hear the names, Steve, Kevin Jon, Carol, Hannah, Mark…..
The two dogs Donald and Dougal ( think Father Ted)
I have been danced with, embraced and thanked….
and yet I have so little to offer….
but I will fight for you…
with all that I can…