The sublime sadness

i see old men sitting alone, staring into nowhere and imagine them sad. i see poor on the streets staring at the road and wonder, so much time to spare, and not much to do. and for them i feel sad. i feel pity. but i have nothing to share. maybe i do but not the courage.

so what do i do? i realise there are mothers who had to give away their child for better foster care, and dads working their days all alone to be able to feed their family. lonely men suffering. maybe i am one of them, but not old, not poor.

i feel this urge to help them. and i know i am not alone. so please help me out. if i earned i would be donating, but i dont, i feel good that my dad does. i think i suffer because i know i can go talk to them, make them feel they arent alone, but lack the courage.

thankyou. (i understand this is just a sad patch of the day but i feel this way too often)

ps: i called it sublime to make it sound cooler