Lessons From A Single Coin, by S N Smith
I drop a single coin into the hand of a poor man on the street
Shall he use it to intoxicate his mind?
Shall he use it to purchase a loaf of bread?
Shall he use it to escape his hell of existence?
Or shall he use it to fill his empty stomach?
The coin will neither enrich him nor impoverish me
In fact, I may be getting the better end of the transaction
For I am reminded of my many blessings and have resisted the sin of stinginess
Perhaps he has done me a favor by helping me conquer this evil vice
A vice which leads to an abundance of human misery
A single coin is such a small price to pay for such rapturous freedom
I will not ask the man what he will do with what is now his coin
For, without him knowing it, he has given me more than I have given him