A Tip Jar

A clink of coins falls like a heartbeat, a start,

while warmth gathers close in a world that feels far.

Bills tossed like confessions, small gestures so bright,

each coin is a story, a spark in the night.

The jar glimmers softly, a beacon of hope,

reminders of kindness, small ways we cope.

It rattles like laughter in crowded café,

these bits we offer are more than they say.