A BEGGAR, A THIEF

                   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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