kindness

I met a man
Whom didn’t have much
His house small, door-less,
Wall-less, toilet-less and such
I stopped to buy a mango
And we spent all we had
he asked if I loved pineapples
if I would care for some
Riding in a 40k rental
But no change to spare
He gave it to me for free
With a smile and with care
I cherished that moment
Wondered what happened to the world
Many dont ‘give’
and simply prefer to take
I hope to return
And pay him back
With whatever I have
For his family, himself
In that small shack
I reflect on that often
Day after day
Whats the harm with giving
Simply just giving it away