Angels Amongst Us
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The homeless are forced to beg on the streets,
that shame cutting deeper than most can see.
But before you call them all deadbeats,
you should ask yourself, what if it 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 selfless endeavor;
perpetuating 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 took the time to help you.
Wouldn't you believe that angels are real,
yet angels amongst us are rare and few?
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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