A BEGGER, A THIEF

                             A BEGGER, 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 begger today without any glory.


  Taking what he wants, no morals or remorse,


  Criminal thought's, 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 begger, a thief, so many differences of course.


                                       Keith Garrett 

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