To be a qualified panhandler,
you must be jobless, homeless, and broke,
and above all uniquely worthless!
For this to is in the eyes of the beholder.
Change is constant and nothing stays the same.
A red rose's compelling Spring beauty,
come first frost it withers and die,
as chaff blown into the distant wind.
This world constantly evolving,
human knowledte in hyperspace,
exploring new plateaus,
in the uttermost galaxies.
Some secrets are given to kings,
other secrets are given to paupers,
some hidden things are better left undone!
Those grocery cart pushers in torn,
smelly, dirty, decaying clothes,
bodies crying for water, its cleasing!
Sleeping in parks, alleys, and gutters
at Hart Plaza on heating vents outside
the Coleman A. Young Municipal Center,
in Winter's killing Christmas cold!
The make shift cardboard homes,
where mail won't come nor go.
On sidewalks all over America!
We pretend we don't see or get involved,
but you are involved for life is like a
teeter totter up and down we go.