Hungry

At a meeting, someone said,
“I’m hungry. Who has food?”
Some offerings were made for which
He showed his gratitude:

A yummy looking sandwich,
Missing two or three small bites
And a little bag of pretzels,
Like those given out on flights.

He ate and felt much better,
Glad that we could help him out,
For that’s what having friends around
Is really all about.

The meeting over, I walked out
To catch an uptown train
And passed a stranger on the street
Who shouted out, in vain…

“I’m hungry. Who has food for me?”
He seemed about to cry;
But all the crowd that swirled around
Just kept on walking by.