There he sits In full view, Bowed in Humility Dipped and drip-dried Of his pride. Humanely Humiliated, In full view, His Humanity illuminated, And for a fraction of a fraction of a microsecond, I catch myself Wanting to fill his need— Had I the power. I wonder out loud, “what would it be?" Cliché like; love Unconditional? Or simply, A better pair of shoes and A warm place to lay his head?. Maybe a nice hot bath?, To see mother again? Riches?, B****es?, Hot sex on a platter?, To strut and step like Goldy The Mac?, Or a soothing caress from the Woman he loves? Could it be world peace? Or maybe a mountain of crack Cocaine and a swimming pool Filled with cognac? Or a nice warm meal? Revenge? A truckload of menthol cigarettes?, To fill his yearn for Wide-eyed innocence or To renew his dignity? Heal his pride? Or maybe a job? Yeah that’s it, a Job! Or maybe a turbo charged space cruiser? As I made my way across the pavement he answered with “Good morning brother" "Good Morning," I said.