Give Me A Buck

I cannot imagine a broken-hearted soul,
Coming to me for Love, Unconditional,
And my saying, “Sure. Give me a buck.”

I cannot imagine one sick and suffering,
Coming to me for Healing,
And my saying, “Sure. Give me a buck.”

I cannot imagine one wide-eyed with Wonder,
Asking to explore Awe together,
And my saying, “Sure. Give me a buck.”

I cannot imagine a Lover of The Beautiful One,
Asking directions to Her balcony,
And my saying, “Sure. Give me a buck.”

I cannot imagine a Divine Drunkard,
Asking the way to The Tavern,
And my saying, “Sure. Give me a buck.”

Becoming a “pro”,
In matters of The Heart,
Is the beginning of corruption.