Five of Spades - Third World Travel Guilt
Beachside Service
A little boy with no shoes approached
Skin blackened by the sun
And dirt caked
On his tiny clothes
His hands were full of carved stones
We said "No, gracias"
We shook our heads
His mother didn't look at us
"That poor kid"
I told my wife
Or maybe
I just thought it to myself
As I gave the waiter 60 pesos
For a pair of margaritas
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