Down on St. Peters Street
a Stranger Recognizes my appearance
and gives Me a coin whenever we meet.
I know his appearance too, but not His name
and the procedure is always The same.
It was just last week that we met again; This Stranger and I.
"Heres a present he said... "For the Fourth of July".
Then he handed me a dollar bill.
Unusual.. . to be sure; and still
He knows nothing about me. Nor do I know him.
And as time goes by we will meet again.