I met

I met a man in Sydney.
His shoes were torn and worn.
I looked down to my feet.
My shoes were clean and new.
I took these shoes off my feet.
I gave them to this man.
But those shoes were too small.

I met a child in Denver.
She never owned a doll.
I carried one in my handbag.
I no longer needed that doll.
I passed along this doll.
It fell and hit the ground.
But it was no longer a doll.

I met a woman in Paris.
She begged me for change.
I dug among those cards.
I pulled out all my change.
She smiled brightly at me.
I put it in her basket.
But it was the wrong currency.

I met myself in Berlin.
I saw in reflection there.
I cried at the very sight.
I could not help them.
I did all I could for them.
All was never enough.
But I could only disappoint.

A man that could not speak.
He saw my tearful eyes.
He hugged me tightly to comfort.
he showed me so much kindness.
It never went in vain.
My kindness never went in vain.
It was really, truly enough