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.

          Keith Garrett, 

4 thoughts on “A BEGGAR, A THIEF

  1. I liked this even though it left me with a little bit of a judgmental feel in my stomach (having been homeless many times over, I always tried to have ethics that weathered the discomfort, though at times those dissolved in favor of survival). Thanks for sharing!

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