The Golden Rule

"I would die for your sins. I love you all." I found something sweet in that Pepsi-Cola can with the pop top Stuck inside it, Clinking when I picked it up to Take a sip. He walked back down the street Where he sat in the shade Of a rusty stop sign And whittled away his time Painting pictures on postcards Of little towns where it seemed No one lived-- If the empty streets Were any indication. There was always a stop sign, though, Bright red and new Standing tall in the foreground As if he knew Someday, someone would drive through.