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,