DE’SHAY

A little girl came up to me

And asked me, ”May I have a quarter?”

I replied,

“What will you give me for a quarter?”

She said, “A hug.”

So she gave me a hug

I gave her a quarter

I said goodbye

And she said, “Thank you.”

A few years later as I remember of that day

When I last saw De’Shay

I met up with her again

She has grown a lot since then

She was tall enough to look me in the face

She was practically a woman

She wasn’t a little girl anymore

Instead of calling her little De’Shay

She was just De’Shay

And today instead of asking for a quarter

She would ask for a dollar