Tables Turned
No eye could bear to meet the beggar’s gaze ;
A chasm lay between his world and theirs.
Vicarious, sham empathy might raise
Some paltry coins or hollow, barren prayers.
Whilst mockery would be his daily bread
Smug opulence passed by with callous stride,
Determined to leave every plea unread
And anxious to exult in plenty’s pride.
The affluent adjust their silken ties,
And homes with lavish luxuries adorn,
Whereas the impetus for this wretch lies
In having strength to greet another morn.
The irony of fate had played its part,
For he, like them was once stone cold of heart.
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