The lines are
I can hear them
And they're no longer there
Crying for a hand
That I couldn't spare

I've looked everywhere, but can't identify an author. Here's the entire poem --

Charity

I can hear them
And they’re no longer there,
Crying for a hand
That I couldn’t spare.

I can see them,
Though I will not look,
Reaching for the time
That I never took.

I can feel them
Pulling at my sleeve,
Asking me to stay,
Knowing that I’d leave.

And there’s no way
That I could help them all.
But can I even say,
When all is said and done,
That when I had a way
I stopped to help just one?