We got out of the car
Heard an angry voice not too far.
He was screaming terrible things,
As if he had no heart for feelings.
I looked at my brother
and started to walk farther.
“Go check on him,” I begged.
“Come with me,” he said.
We charged across the parking lot,
And I did what I was taught.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
He looked at us as cars passed,
“He was mad and took it out on me.
I was trying to make him smile, you see?”
He held up his sign and we laughed.
Oh, it was such a craft.
It read “Pregnant homeless guy Still happy Need job”
It made us all smile and my heart throbbed.
He shook our hands like an educated man.
I instantly became his fan.
He said, “You guys are so cool.”
Except I felt no more than like a fool.
I should have done more,
I was the one who was feeling poor.
He was so happy.
For a homeless guy, he wasn’t crappy.
He just got a job at Gates.
He said he’d hook us up with some plates.
He felt like he owed us something,
But It was me who owed him everything.
i felt thankful and blessed.
Calm and no longer stressed.
Last night was a great night.
I met Bobby B. under a stop light.