“There Are Days”

when I feel like I must be one of the worst
human beings who ever lived in the history of the world.
This day is one of those days. I woke up late, as usual,

and felt horrible for I spent the previous night
on totally worthless things. And yet this afternoon
when I rolled down the window of my car

and asked a neighbor — a mother and her child
who was walking along our block —
where they were going and if they’d like to ride with me,

and when I said “bye” to her little boy and called out his name;
and when I waved at another neighbor
who was tending the shrubberies of his modest garden

and paid his smile with my smile;
and when I bought a man — who was digging the earth with a spade
at one corner of the cemetery when I visited my father —

when I bought him, his daughter, and his friend some food,
I felt that perhaps, perhaps I am not one of the worst human beings
who ever lived in the history of the world after all.

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