A wallet is crying

Busily
from NJ to NY, come and go
meet G.W. Bridge
at entrance to New Jersey
encounter by chance
a mid 30's woman:
scattered hairs
puffy lips
torn shoes
she can't holding a light paper;
words of desperate help.
by the spring breeze
drops and picks up it
over again
when she bows down
hot afternoon sunlight
pours on her back
without delay
I take out an aged wallet
pull down passenger window
a very little
hand over single
she blesses my future:
never forget to smile
as soon as
I do that
unbearable sorrows well up
my fingers
being to tremble.