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,
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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!
I wasn’t trying to offend any good people. Thanks for reading.
Didn’t think you were – just sharing the flavor of it for me. Your writing is phenomenal, and I really enjoyed looking through your site. Sorry if what I said lead you to believe that I thought the poem was offensive, not my intention either.
Thanks again.
On Thu, Feb 11, 2021 at 7:20 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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