Since Covid they pop up everywhere.
Tents, garments, extending an outstretched hand,
Almost like they are chanting in unison,
"Spare change, spare change."
As if there is such a thing.
Penny abolished the smallest be a nickel,
Yet five nickels is a quarter and four quarters a dollar!
That dollar is not taxed, so is it really a dollar?
Not derailing struggles of homelessness or the financial burden
That life has on us yet,
What if we were the ones down on luck?
Would the person we gave change to
Ever help us out?
Or would he do like so many others have done,
Talk emptily and walk away.
Oh I do not understand the words
Spare Change.
About the Creator
Sid Aaron Hirji
Canadian born man who finds literature and science equally fascinating. Trauma bleeds through generations, words heal the hidden scars.
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Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
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Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions


Comments (10)
Who would ever turn around to look at you? Only when someone is in need. Then even the eye of a needle can fit them. Always make sure you have, so you never have to ask for anything.
I Love this Sid ♦️♦️♦️♦️
This is so thought provoking! The answer is not so easy. I appreciated your words so much :)
well done
We are the world, we are the children, we are the ones to.....it can get really hard knowing the right thing to do. We just try to get by Sid. Hope you are well.
There are so many who are going through tough times!!! It's heartbreaking!!!
As someone who has lots of people asking for help, I understand the thoughts and the questions, it gets overwhelming this life of ours.
I love this Sid because it reminds me so much of my own thoughts! really well done!
Hmmm that's very thought provoking. Would they do the same for us if we're in their situation? Loved your poem!
great poem Sid😊. I like the last two lines "i do not understand the words spare change", it was a nice summary of the thought process in the poem.