Homeless Vagrant seeking a handout.
“Alms for the Poor,” he continues to shout.
With tattered clothing, just about rags.
Sleeps in cardboard box and plastic bags.
With liquored breath shouting his plea.
Black rotten teeth so easy to see.
My Christian mind says, “I should help him out.
On the other hand, “Get a job you dropout.”
Thinking, thinking, what to do.
Should I give him bills and maybe change too?
Probably doesn’t want a credit card.
Glad all life’s decisions are not this hard.
He is one of God’s creations, so account for that.
And it’s cold outside, he could use a hat.
With a warm coat he could snuggle inside.
Wonder if he’s hungry? Does he need a ride?
So sad to see, poor old thing.
Don’t think he’s married, not wearing a ring.
What Would Jesus Do? Surely give him some.
But I’m not Christ, “So Stuff it you Bum.”
Dr. Joe K. Reed
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