And toss him a quarter or a dime

He grins a toothless and crookend grin

And thanks me gladly every time

I never thought much of him

And never thought much of what I did

But to him, every caring soul

Was twice as important as one who hid

Years went by with the same old routine

I wished I could do more to help out

But I had bills to pay myself!

And he was someone I knew nothing about

Till one day I passed by his bench

And tossed a quarter down his way

It bounced off of the cement floor

And silently the quarter rolled away

I looked his way and he was gone

I stopped and saw the empty space

The one he used to call is home

It, for years had been his place

I didnt really know him

And in a way I didnt mind

Because now he was in a better place

Where peace is something he can find

I never forgot him, but I moved on

Two years later, I was in a mess

My apartment rent was way past due

And thats when goodness came to the test

Now I was the one sitting in the park

On that bench begging for your change

I was so cold, hungry and alone back then

Memories of a homelsess man, now didnt seem so strange

I sat and looked at the ground

Just waiting for my end

Then a quarter glided my way

As I was greeted by a friend

He was not of recognition

But his smile imprinted on me

In his pressed suit and tie

Through my eyes he now sees

Good people come

And good people go

My shamefull life

He once did know

He stood before me, and I smiled a toothless smile

He smiled one full of capps, and held out his hand

You get what you give, as I never knew my quarters helped

They did for him what he does for me now, they hepled him stand