Slowly sauntering down the street
A little boy with his little hat,
His little hands, and his little feet
Gazes wide-eyed at his surroundings.
A bald black man with a gray beard
Lies lazily on the icy ground,
Waiting for a charitable being
To add a coin to his cup of life.
Hearing the rare chink of change
The bald man opens his eyes,
Seeing a little boy, finger in mouth,
Smiling the innocent smile of a child.
Two strangers play the game of life,
One the giver of change,
The other the giver of gratitude.
Unaware, the clouds pass overhead.
Jeremy Andrew Miller