Wish I could have given more.
He was wearing an NYU sweatshirt, class of '69, and a Vietnam Veteran's cap.
He didn't ask for my dollar, and he assured me he was getting work soon,
hopefully next week over at Webster Hall once they got the new tile in, and that
he'd be seeing me over at the pub sooner than on the streets, again.
This man was a gentleman,
a good, honest man who life was hitting harder than others.
And all I can think is "I wanna be Robin Hood".
Take from the rich and give to the poor.
Because you don't need those calf-skin boots more than he needs a hot meal.
And materialism is a cold-hearted bitch.
Call me a bleeding heart,
But I want to give more.
I don't want to be bitter about money any more,
and I don't want to keep wishing I had more.
Because this world will eat us alive unless we step outside ourselves
and take a breath of fresh air.
That's really all it takes.
I love this.
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