Sharing Bread

I live under a willow tree in the park by the river. I know you've seen me.  I've seen you, and I waved
once but you looked the other way.  I used to work at the grocery store on Grant, assistant manager; always just one paycheck away from poverty.  Bad choices, bad luck, call it what you will, and here I am.
I know times are tough for a lot of people, but, I wonder, do you have an extra piece of
bread?  Maybe an apple?  I'd be grateful.  Sure, I understand.  Yes, next time.
That's right, under the willow by the river.
Thanks, anyway.  
God bless.