As I walk down the busy street,

I see the faces of people I'll never meet.

But can I change that? I wonder.

Could I change someone's life for the Better? I ponder.

The girl with tear stains on her face?

The man walking at an unusally slow pace.

Could I be the friend their longing for?

Could I open a once long shut door?

I look all around me,

now aware of every stare.

Could I give someone the hope for another day?

Instead of the worry of another day's pay.

I look beside me and see a man,

With brokenness written on his lonely face.

"Are you ok my friend?" I ask, as I slow my pace.