Verbal Algebra Poem by Barbara Attaway

A beggar's tired voice
Rings out seeking pity

His cup rattles constantly
for a disjointed public's
coin alms

She strives to hold onto
her hard-earned green dollar
no time to dig deep
for a penny or dime

They rush through the day
meeting deadlines
not souplines-
thinking better of
throwing their money his way

A child nearby, takes this all in
wanting to try this new game
and though it cost her a shiney nickle
she won his toothless grin

With each coin of pity
given or received
aren't we all simply searching
for the equation-
and the solution-
to living

with mankind's failures