A BEGGAR, A THIEF
He wanders the streets, a taste for food, a thirst for drink,
Cold to the bones, waiting for a warm place to sleep.
Asking for that which comforts his pain,
Pride and self respect are put aside.
A human being, a man with a story,
A beggar today without any glory.
Taking what he wants, no morals or remorse,
Criminal thoughts, a good man not.
Working for nothing, he does not care,
He steals anything, he has no heart.
A thief many times over, a quitter of sorts,
A beggar, a thief, so many differences of course.