A Beggar
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A beggar on the corner of the street;
I turn away from him; I don't look.
Is he really a poor one in need?
I'm afraid that he may be a crook.
But perhaps only half of the beggars
are really crooked and often cheat.
How about the other half of them,
who are truly in trouble and big need?
Now what would disturb more my peace of mind?
To have given money to beggars who cheat?
Or to have been too afraid and worried and
not have given anything to one in true need?
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