Beggar on the street, I paid no heed.
Walked my merry way, thinking of my day.

Her smile I missed, request I 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.


By the way, this is not a real story. Just a poetry, I wrote this back on January 24, 2020.