Angels Amongst Us
The homeless are forced to beg on the streets:
their shame cuts deeper than the eye can see.
So, before you label them deadbeats:
ask yourself, what if that beggar was 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 depends upon 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.
Would you not want Angels to be real,
though Angels amongst us are rare and few?
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