Hesitation

A hand reaches up, bearing a cup

Asking for any spare change.

I pass on right by, wondering why

Keeping goodwill in a cage.

Why are they there, to beg isn’t fair

A burden on society.

Are they a schmuck, or down on their luck

Distinction’s important to me.

But what is my love, when push comes to shove,

If compassion is just an ideal?

Though plenty to give, I selfishly live

Stealing their chance at a meal.

It’s better to feed those who don’t need,

Than not give to those who do.

When I hesitate, it communicates

That “I” care nothing for “You.”