Busker

What bothers me isn't that they pass. It's how they pass.

Some look away, as if my appearance might burn their eyes, as if I am the sun and they are standing too close. Others glare at me, as if I have done something wrong, but I have broken no law, of government or common decency. A few smile apologetically, as if they wish they could help but they can't, but I know they can.

Every day, I see men at their best and at their worst. The pennies and the dollars don't amount to much, but the insight, the life lessons that I get, those are invaluable.