Don't ask the beggar at your door
meaning of his hungry begging bowl,
or the earnest supplications in his eyes.
If you feel something thaw within,
dropp a coin or two of compassion
in his cupped hands.
If you don't,
then stand in the witness box of his piteous looks
and confess outright your opulent beggarliness.
This act of yours may sound casual to you
but for him, it may be an epic lesson.
Your admission of niggardliness will reassure him
that he and you are characters of the same drama
and in destiny's eyes, both are absolute beggars -
one is driven by rich greed, the other by poor hunger.
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