Giving

I know there are those who think me fool
naïve and all too trusting
I don't deny they may be right

Yet, when walking on the avenue
I am asked to lend a hand
I find it hard to turn away

I suppose there are those
who take advantage
who don't really need help

But I cant tell the difference
between someone who says
they are hungry
and someone who really is
hungry

I do what I do, for me
not for them
So I can live with myself