The right thing.

When passing by a crowded, busy street
dissimilar to anything serene,
I caught a glimpse of not-so-pretty feet.

The myriad of men were like a screen
to shield my eyes from such a horrid sight
but I did not leave all the rest unseen.

for what I saw submerged me into fright:
a mother lying with a boy she hugged,
contending destiny – a futile fight.

And in her other hand she held a cup
which asked for change to lend her newborn breath
I glanced inside…it was devoid of love.

Forgive me but I couldn’t welcome death.
I dropped a dollar in, then split apart,
attention shifted from her ragged dress.

Her gaze right then did pierce into my heart
revealing that she’s fought death from the start.