My 2 dollar barefoot friend
Say’s don’t forget the gift he sent
I don’t give these away cheap
For this gift I give you now
Was once mine to keep
Is the best I have to offer
Not much monetary
All my pockets could carry
With no shoes on my feet
Keeping my limbs clean
Not a requirement
A choice rather
To stay simple and connected
So on bare feet I stand
Resurrected
He imparted simple knowledge
With a gift of simple patronage
In a coffee house with steam buzzing
People talking
Computer keys chirping
My 2 dollar barefoot friend stood standing
Connected to the ground
In a way so organic and true
His motivation true
Eyes keen on anti-convention
Somehow he felt more alive
With a true world connection
As the night got late he carried on
I went my way he went his
But his two dollar bill
Was his gift to give
And the simplicity of
A barefoot connection