Angels Amongst Us
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Homeless folks are forced to beg on the streets;
and their shame cuts deeper than most can see.
So, before you label them deadbeats,
you should ask yourself: what if that were me?
But for the grace of God, that could be you,
relying on compassion and pity.
Stop and consider what they're going through,
panhandling in the dregs of the city.
You cannot picture yourself in their shoes;
you've never stepped outside your comfort zone.
And muttering, "You'll just spend it on booze;"
you fling barbed words that degrade with their tone.
Charity is a noble endeavor;
that perpetuates the kindness you give.
And good or bad, Karma flows forever;
fueled by how you have chosen to live.
Imagine how wonderful it would feel;
if a stranger decided to help you.
Wouldn't you believe Angels are real;
though Angels amongst us are rare and few.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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