The Lady in the Curb

you stand frailly on the curb
hidden in the shadows
of towering blocks and structures
shunning the light of the moon

hurriedly I pass by
not noticing you reaching
‘til I turned my back
and saw you plead

you started to speak
which broke my heart in two
genuinely you ask me
of a few graces I could spare

a tinkle of a coin
a show of compassion
a heart to reach out
a love to give out

slowly you walked away
counting the coins I gave
your umbrella supporting your weight,
between the streetlights rays

slowly I walked away
torn
burdened
wondering how this human frailties
keep happening everyday

to this I said a little prayer
to the God of all graces and compassion
always to remember this moment, this day
and the lady I met in the curb.