Reflection

CATEGORY

life

I know a lady who lives on the streets
 she looks eighty but she's only forty
I would love to walk up to her and say
"tell me your story" I would do some
to help grab anything in my grasp if she
 asked but not every one in need is in
need of help some find comfort in
 their own filth they can't live another
way it depends how deep the pain is
 inside I can give some one some food
but that won't keep them from being
 hungry later I can give them money
but once spent it's gone we tend to
 think we know what others need but
 we don't unless we're mind readers
sometimes we sow good seed then
 reap bad karma but we were trying
to help but why did we feel the need
 to help what are we trying to do
really! do we see ourselves in others