The more you have
The less you feel
for those who have not
I dropped a dollar in a bums jar
Later saw him leaving in a brand new car
Yet another man walked to my door
I dropped a dime in so not to ignore
As I walked away he smiled and said, "Thank you"
He sat strumming a guitar
I came back and asked him his plight
He worked days for minumum wages
It is a story heard throughout the ages
He dreams of music being a star
But his dreams had not taken him far
I reach in my pocket found a bill
Told him it was not for begging he had a skill
I don't have allot don't drive a new car
I know poverty is close no matter who you are
Someday it could be me holding that jar
Hard to tell who is needy who well take it to the next bar.