Not in need of money, but in need of love.

And as the sun leaves us empty of light for the day, this man is just looking for the next place to sleep tonight.
And off behind a wall he disappears but I am unable to empathize with the feeling he must be experiencing tonight.
Oh, how awful it must be to be homeless for the night or week or years or life.
Begging on the streets for a nickel or a dime or anything you got.
I’d give him my love if he would’ve taken it.
But he was just looking for a smile, not a stare.
Because he’s no different than me.
Hell, I’m just a few bucks richer but with a whole lot more luck.
And my feelings, these feelings!
Based on selfish emotion.
I know what I have and how lucky I am to have it but it didn’t take this moment to realize the beauty I live within.
I know that regardless.
It’s just an observation of a lonely man, with a lonely night and a lonely heart.