(no subject)
this evening, outside my office,
(also known as "Gristedes Food Mart)
there was a gentleman repetitiously
spouting the following phrase:
"help me. please help me. help me please. please help me."
he bore a pitiful expression,
and offered his hands,
palms up,
to the passing multitudes.
i entered the store and completed my shopping.
after bidding farewell to
the entire employee force
(all friends of mine )
... i exited and offered this gentleman
some bagel pizzas from the store deli.
he was reluctant to except them.
---i assured him it was ok... lovingly.
he said he didn't have a place to stay or a kitchen.
---"that's ok, they're already cooked," i responded.
he gave me a look of awkward thanks,
and returned to his panhandling.
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he wants help.
but not that kind.
and he needs help.
but not the kind he wants.
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tonight i'm going to pray for peace.