Annoyance often breeds humanity:
Here have these fifty cents and go away
I'll pay your ticket, only permit me
To be myself and go another way.
How often does the poor man weep and pray
And find only frustration? Which, well trained,
And cultivated by its finder, may
Exact a human moment from the pained,
And make them for a moment softer-brained,
Less stiff and stubborn, flexible indeed
Enough to, when the greatest flash has waned
Of anger, be more generous to need
Than those still unprovoked. Must we have rage
Before the human in us will engage?
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