The day had been long
with still much to do
And, I was feeling
out of sorts
A little blue
He asked,
if had fifty cents,
mere pocket change,
This man with no
mask, and I…
the same
I paused in reflection
just having stepped
out of the car
No, I do not think so,
came my response
Well, that's alright
lovely lady, he replied,
for it seems no one
does, but I'll get by
And it became quite clear,
an acute awareness-
how close he appeared,
how our breaths could
be one
For he stood very near
I glanced upon his face
a quick glimpse into his
eyes, it did not go
unnoticed, life's many
weathered lines
Yet, his smile still
one of grace
This man with no mask
and I... the same
I processed it all
for a second or two
and asked, as he took
leave, “how about a
dollar, would that do?"
He smiled once again,
swiftly answered, "why yes,
it really would, I hated to
ask, so kind that
you could:"
Of course, was all I mustered
New perspective gained
And I found myself smiling,
at this man, who wore no mask-
and I... the same
