Quatrain of Another Beggar - 10304

Quatrain of Another Beggar

Another Beggar - there he is

I pass a beggar each day sitting on
the street with cup in hand,
pass him by as if I am in
a marching
band.

I have not a nickel to give, my ends
don't meet at home, how am
I to give a stranger
a helping
hand?

If I squeeze more from my pockets,
my family may suffer, who
comes first, family
or an old sod
buster.?

Each day the beggar stays, each day
I do the same, I hear the band,
I scurry by, I am not
a handout
truster.

Yorktown Disciple