Dig into to his pocket
what do he find
a piece of lint
and a rotten old dime
About to toss it
nothing it cant by
maybe end up under his car seat
waiting to die
Walking along flipping it in his hand
sees a old beat up blind man
with a cane and a can
Can you help me mister
I got not alot
just some change it would help
out this old pop
All I got is a dime
you see not worth much
would good would it do you
can not even by lunch
You keep your dime sir
a lesson it is
for when you truely have nothing
a prize it is
But the dime in his pocket
and walked away
I guess I learned the true meaning of poor today
Just because
I got not alot
some people has less
thats what I forgot
vincent armone
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dime/