This is poem is based on a true encounter that I witnessed in a store.
Young man, young man, what is it that you have there?
Two six packs of soda, and no money to spare.
Those aren’t the cheap ones, those aren’t on sale,
The boy looked puzzled, and body seemed frail.
She smiled and pointed to go to aisle eight,
He quickly flew there without a debate.
Are you from the projects? She asked with a smile,
Yes, he said without a hint of denial.
She empathized with him she had been there before,
She lived there once, and had always wanted more.
You don’t have enough change I can’t make this sale,
His young face blanched, and body turned pale.
She changed her mind, and gave him a wink,
Just don’t tell my super you know what he would think,
He would come over and make a big stink.
The boy was grateful what more could he say,
Except for a simple thank you it brightened his day.
One small act can mean so very much,
I was touched by the moment it was something I could clutch.
Then he was gone and out of my gaze,
I wonder if I could get her a raise.
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