Literature
On Occasion
On occasion
An empty man will walk up to you
With a red umbrella in tow,
And demand change for a twenty
The gray bus stop will remind him
That, like the rest of us,
He is but a stranger
In a world of concrete
To look into his eyes,
To see the heart that left long ago,
To almost taste his desperation,
Will nearly break you
But we all turn away in time
And shake away despondently
His pleading cries
To return to the rain
On occasion,
An empty stranger will walk away from you
Arms crossed, head turned down against the rain
To offer them your umbrella, though, is foolish-
The raindrops fall far deeper than the skin in a cold a