Derrek R.'s Poetry Book

Help Part 2

Walking, 

I see a man.

He is hungry,

He is asking asking for money.

He sees me,

The person walking by whom he does not know,

And says,

Help.

I reach into my pocket.

I have no money.

Sorry, I say.

I cannot Help you.

It is okay. 

He says to me. 

I leave thinking,

All day about how I should have helped him.

I run to get money and go back to the man.

I give him $100.

Thank you he says.

I see a dog that has no home.

I think about what I should do.

I take him home. 

Helping, I think,

Is good.