Poor And Homeless

He begged me for a dollar But, instead I gave him a dime, I thought myself as a scholar So, I asked him about his lifetime, He told me about the death of his father And how he was raised by his mother, And for him no one would care or bother When I looked at him, I saw my son and brother. He said that he never slept in a real bed Nor could he afford to go to school, Sometimes all that he ate was bread And people at him would laugh and call him a fool, Sometimes he just thought of suicide But, that he said is an unforgivable sin, Many times alone he sat down and cried As he didn't feel equal to other men, Some people laughed at him and called him a bum While others would say he wasn't people, He hated to what and who he had become Now he is ashamed to visit God under his steeple. A homeless man is all that I saw As I walked alone down the street, At first I thought about calling the law Him, I was frightened to meet. He asked me if I had a dollar to spare I did, but instead I gave him a dime in change, For him I wouldn't even say a prayer To me he was nothing more than lazy and strange; Then I listened to his story Then I thought about my own brother and my son, I was ignoring God's own creation and his glory Like the man who would kill a dog with a gun. They say they are angles that walk amongst us Who are wearing their own disguise, He didn't deserve for me to belittle or cuss Sympathy and not a sty should had been in my eyes, I could never walk this man’s trail These words to man and to God I will now confess, Now I understand clearly by removing the veil Not one person wants to be poor and homeless. Randy L. McClave