Feed Me

I need a change, because I'm tired of nickel and diming my way though life.

Shaking my proverbial cup hoping for a hand out or even a hand up.

Can you spare a dime of your time? All I need is ten minutes.

To prove that I'm worthy of your philanthropy.

I don't want change, I want time.

I need to feed my soul with a steaming bowlful of attention.

Although I'm too poor to pay any, I thrive on it.

I live for it and die without it.

My belly empty but full of promises.

Reach deep down in your pockets and give me what you can.

A smile, or a 'how you doing?' will suffice.

It will keep me going for the rest of the day.

'Will work for friends' Sharpie on cardboard.

No, I will not drink it or smoke it, I will cherish it.

You have to trust that the best nation in the world is do-nation.

So don't pass me by with  your nose in the air as if I didn't exist.

I don't need your spare change or a sandwich.

I need you to acknowledge me and give me your spare time.

Feed my soul with companionship and my heart with love fruit.

Man can't live on work and mischief alone. Give me change. Feed my soul.