ONE SILVER COIN

A poem by Lewis Wamwanda about how beggars treat those who try to help

And It slid to the gutter
Plunging deep in the sewage pipes
One silver coin it was
That made a difference for life

I never got a chance to witness
But the bits of words from pedestrians
Who spoke without caring who heard
Gave me clue to talk about

She, a good Samaritan, tossed a coin
At the empty silver plate
And missed by an inch or so
To the gutter and sewage pipes

He, a mere beggar in town
With filthy dirty and rugged clothes
Demanded for another silver coin
A silver coin she had no intension to part with

She stood shaking
Pedestrians watched and walked
He stood angry
With remorse and anger

She was hit by a stone
He picked a stone from the ground
She fell, never to wake up forever
He stood there, too shocked to move

©Lewis Wamwanda