Pennies of the homeless

I passed a woman

on the street

all clad In blue.

She had a shopping

cart, A broken leg,

and a smile.

I passed a man on

the street, rich

and important.

He had millions,

A job, a home,

and a frown.

I asked the woman

Who was richer

And she gave me a

penny.

And she said I

was richer than

them both.

I asked the man

Who was richer

And he called security

And he said

that he was

obviously 

the richest.

All the while

The woman 

Ate a mcdonalds

Given by a passerby

And said how

great

Her life was.

Author's Note

Who do you think was richer?

Reviews

[OTL]

This poem was heart warming, i thought poetry would be dark and foreboding, but this was a moment for reflection

[RomaJ]

A very heart warming poem. It makes me have faith in humanity again:)

[Matching Socks]

It's a tough life on the street, always looking over your shoulder.
But money, unless inherited means hard work and much sacrifice.
I'd say finding the middle ground in between is where we should focus. Having balance...

[Cool Girl]

The girl who was happy. :) Better to live for a moment and be happy then to live forever and be sad...