where to...what for...

to my left is a kid

asking for a hand

to dry off her tears

and help her stand

to my right is an old lady

asking for an arm

for her to hold on to

as she walks home to her farm

behind me is an old friend

asking me to forgive her for what she had done

that what ever it was that hurt me,

honestly, she'd meant no harm

in front of me are strangers

each with a hopeful smile

that somehow i'd walk to them

and make them a part of my life

for hours i stood there

thinking if i'd care

to help the kid or the old lady

or to accept an old friend's apology

or maybe i'll step forward
and shake each stranger's hand...