Do you really believe they chose this?

That this was their great goal?

Have you considered what events

Removed them all, from life’s payroll?

Belongings, spilling onto pavements

With only two senses you observe

Then walk past full of judgement

With your assumptions, you dis-serve

Circumstance, their badge of existence

Their lonely truth; societies disdain

Acknowledgement, a powerful present

A true antidote, to their pain

As trapped by others’ opinions

As by the doorway, where they sit

So why not take a moment

To make this part of your remit?

You don’t want to give your money?

Who deems that you’re worth more?

Than the soul, that you see sitting

On their cardboard covered floor

If you want to live your purpose

A conscious member of this race

Then give a warm drink and a sandwich

And make this action commonplace