Beggar on the street
Dancing timidly
No tin cup or hat to collect money
Just a rusty cardboard sign asking for some food to eat.
I watch you strike your pose with a smile
As the swarms of people pass by
Not caring about a begging dancer
They have Gucci bags to buy.
Then there's me,
Too afraid to approach a beggar
because my friends will laugh at me
So I watch you dance and parade the street
Getting knocked down and pushed around
From "high class society"
But still standing tall and doing your dance
Cause the food is not for your empty stomach
Its for the little girl wrapped in the dusty blanket,
I put down my meal,
Eyes wide open I began to cry.
Then a Samaritan showed up,
Gives you $20 and your face lit up
Craddling your calf you dashed across the street into McDonalds
Probably to buy a happy meal.
Up at the counter you linger
As the manager waved his finger
Called security and escorted you from the building,
That's it, I can't watch this any longer!
Steaming mad I bolted past you,
Up to the cashier and ordered one of everything on the menu
I looked back,
There you stood, looking into the window with tears in your eyes,
I smiled,
"Come inside",
This was the day I shared a meal with a beggar.
