To the beggar on the street, I paid no heed.
Walked my merry way, thinking of my day.
Her smile I missed, her request I dismissed.
Day was busy, end came hasty.
To the beggar on the street, I paid slight heed.
I asked for a reason, it was simply life’s season.
Money was not her need, work is what she wanted.
Respect was earned, work was offered.
The beggar on the street, no longer exists.