Abide

The man plays the piano, a box of coins and dollars

You stop and receive a story of what he wants to share

Stop and listen, give a little of understanding

Shared humanity, he has run out of songs

But not of words for someone who listens 

Not for those who rudely stare wondering where

His leg was lost, for those who listen, who see

Beyond the obvious, and know they are seeing a brother

Instead of a stranger, there is a gift and you

Don't fully realize what it was til later sitting 

In your room, the depth of understanding grace