I wrote this on January 24, 2020!
Beggar on the street, I paid no heed.
Walked my merry way, thinking of my day.
Her smile I missed, request dismissed.
Day was busy, end came hasty.
Beggar on the street, I paid slight heed.
Still she sat, a captivating sight.
I asked her the reason, it was simply life’s season.
Money was not her need, work it was indeed.
Respect is what she earned, work is what I offered.
Beggar on the street, no longer exists.