A quarter to share

A week ago I found a quarter on the street as I was stumbling back home after a long friday night. I took it and put it in my pocket. I used it the next day when I had to buy something. Yesterday, I went to burger king for to take care of my veggie burger craving. I saw a homeless man sitting on one of the chairs counting coins and as I passed by, he asked me if I would spare him some change.

I ignored him. I ordered a burger and as I did that, I was reminded about the quarter that I used. The quarter that wasn't mine. I bought him small fries. That's not even the point of this story. As I walked out, he called one of his other homeless friends and goes "hey, I have fries. Come on, lets eat."

No food to eat, and yet no greed. Tell that to the wall street. Truly heart warming.

The Sound of You: A Poem

I haven't been getting a lot of inspiration lately to write poems or about anything that I've been thinking about  on my blog. I don't know why, but I was sitting on my rooftop earlier and staring at the clear sky and I came up with this: It's still in draft form, but do let me know what you think!

The sound of the raindrops hitting the ground,

I'm sitting with some bread and wine in my tent

trying to find the love that can never be found.

All that reminds me of you is the scent

that I smell on my clothes and my bed.

I'm going to go away in some world of my own,
And work like every other man around me
But when I look around I'll be alone

And all i have to do is listen to what I cannot see

Are the thoughts that were thought but never said