Walking down the sidewalk
When there upon the ground
A crisp new twenty dollar bill
Just lying there I found

I wonder where

What would it take to make you happy
asked my counterfeiting dear old pappy
I answered him as honestly as I could
not make

He no longer has a home
Nothing more to eat
It's starting getting cold
No shoes on his feet

Hundreds pass him by
Thinking of

Reserved among the doldrums,
Waits an empty chair- my share.
While the socialites unite,
I’m the least of all their cares.

A crisp twenty dollar bill floated on the wind
Over the heads of rich citizens and poor beggars.
No one looked up in their