Waiting for the laundry to dry..
A street woman, her kids and a dog asked me for a ride.
A bit concerned I let the ragtag bunch in..
Watching them getting into my nice clean car
Up the hill we went
While it felt good to do something to help..
I couldn't help but wonder
Was I really making a difference?
Or just putting a band-aid on an open wound?
Meanwhile I realized..
That I had left my friend at the laundry mat
Rushing back, it was too late..
He had already walked home.
Who do we help? How do we decide?
I wish the answer was easy.
But in the end it's up to each of us..
To choose our journeys