As I waited and contemplated
my own hopes, my needs
There in that massive
downtown bus station;

after while, with a smile
a little old lady
asked for help
with her bags

As any scout should, I stood
and carried them for her

When we arrived outside
at her stop by the others
waiting for the bus;
No one payed attention

And though I tried to refuse
she insisted I take her two dollar bill

As I walked away
I got a strange feeling
So I turned back to see
she was gone