The Value of Nothing

Even nothing can have value.

I gaze upon the passerbys
Who lay a sad visage on my eyes
I return back a hopeful gaze
But they turn away set in their ways

I turn again and hope to see
An offering one may lay upon me
A dollar here, a dollar there
Money they use to pay for fare

I hold my sign up and hope they read
My prayer of hope that they may feed
So that I may live another day
As others continue into the fray

I sit back down and hope to be
Felt sorry for my frailty

But there is wisdom that is known
By those of us who do not own
Things that make us slaves
Just to satisfy consumer craves

No possessions do I hold dear
To have them would invite fear
Of the reponsibility that they convey
Which my freedom they would betray

Bliss is the existence that I live
I do not expect those who gaze to forgive
The manner of how I do behave
The value of nothing is what I crave.