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.