The lonely beggar woman

Walking down the road,

With no one by her side,

Just hoping for a break.

She is dressed in tattered rags

As she knocks upon your door.

Will you smile and take her in?

Befriend her and let her stay?

Or will you hide behind your door

And pretend that she’s not there?

Leave her on the street,

Your cold heart

Leaving its mark upon

Her bleeding one

Will you shove her aside

Too busy to see that she’s hurt?

Will you ignore her

As she asks for that dollar?

Will you condemn her,

For being alive?

For being worse off than you?

Because no one will give her a job?

Because she isn’t one of the popular people?

Because she isn’t rich?

When really,

She’s probably learned more of life

Than you.

And she appreciates the little things

The dollar that you take for granted

And the home that isn’t enough

For you, anyway.

She only wants a start,

Another one.

But already,

She is better off than you,

Because she has learned,

That nothing's worth having

Unless you've worked for it.