I Want

A homeless man asked if I like poetry, so I told him yes. He was happy because he said that I was the first person that day who told him that. He asked if he could write me a poem in exchange for some type of donation and I agreed. He asked me what I would like him to write about, so I told him to write about whatever he wanted. And this is what he wrote to me:


Poetry for Bus Fare
Did you know that it costs $60 for a monthly bus pass now?