What Good Is It?

Saw a man standing on a corner
his feet in a bucket of rain
the only place that he was dry
was deep inside accompanied only
by the pain
Thru the sheet of water
falling from my umbrella
I caught the eyes of a broken soul
Underneath the clouds and thunder
I look away somewhat less than whole
What good is what we
have if it's not tangible
to others
What good is what we have
if we can't love our brothers
The water poured down his
face like he had compassion for me
because I had missed the opportunity
to give into the least of these
What good is what we have
if we can't give it away
What good is what we have
if we can't give it away