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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