The Beggar

Do you see me? I’m the man on the side of the road, You pass me every day. You may not think I notice How your eyes always look away. Your head will turn, And you’ll quicken your pace Just to avoid catching A glimpse of my face. Do you hear me? If someone would listen I’d tell them my story Of how I served my country for twenty years Without desire of fame or glory. I’d tell them how I met my wife And about the day my children were born My pride and joy in life. Do you know me? I know you may think you do But I do not turn to drink And I’m not the type who takes drugs To change the way I think. No, I sit on this corner Because my job is gone The economy has forced me to go without For far, far too long. I lost my wife to cancer In the winter of ’03. I used to be surrounded by love But now, it’s only me. Do you need me? You may not think you do A humble beggar who goes without, But I recognize your expression; I know what sadness is all about. So here, I give you this smile – Look up to my eyes and see. From the hurt reflected deep inside your eyes I know you need it more than me. Now go and spread this kindness And love and compassion and care. Life is brief before Heaven So soon I’ll see you there.