Here is a poem I wrote more than 10 years ago. It was inspired from my conversations with my homeless friends.
REMEMBERING ME ON THANKSGIVING AND CHRISTMAS
You see sometimes I don’t need money.
You see me sleeping on the streets.
You give me money instead of something to eat.
I ask myself if you gave me the money to help me
or because it makes you feel good.
Whatever your intention was, I don’t know.
I just want someone to talk to me.
But I know it’s easy for you to give me money
than to shake my hand. I also know that you only feed me on two occasions:
Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Why can’t you feed me on any other day?
I am hungry everyday just like you
unlike you most of these days I don’t eat. I will admit that my best meal
comes when you feed me on these two occasions.
I wish it could happen more often,
but I know that you only remember me on these two days. Now that I have shared with you what’s on my mind
I hope you will look at me in a different way.
Maybe now you won’t be scared to talk to me
Maybe you will be kind enough to feed me on a day
that is not Thanksgiving or Christmas.