. As you walk the streets of life, passing doorways,
Do you see? A homeless beggar,
hand outstretched, And ask yourself,
You hurry past, Feeling guilty, feeling shame,
. What if the day comes, as it will for sure,
And, you glance down, To see the homeless beggar
and wounded side, His feet pierced too,
And he will say, you saw me every day,
. You passed me by so many times,
Only a homeless beggar, and who was he to warrant a second glance,
Yes, this is food for thought and regret too when we are all so busy… busy… busy…
With long lists of things which have to be done right away, top priority.
No time to think of anyone else… much less a beggar.
One day in the distant future we might not be able to do things the way we used to…
or worse… we might even be that beggar. .. priorities will then be a luxury…
a distant memory… someting we used to do.
Yes, this is food for thought and regret too when we are all so busy… busy… busy…