Judge The Beggars Do We? Poem by Chuy Amante

There on the corner lookin'
kinda too slim,
Do we all want to do
what is 'best' for him?

Where does that lofty judgement
really come from,
you got it all 'right, '
he's just a bum?

Ever wanted a particular gift
and got something else?
We're they thinking of you
or maybe just self?

When you get to the corner
and his eyes meet yours,
Why not offer a smoke
and a can or two of Coors!

If he turns that down (never has yet for me)
offer money or food?
You'll go home this time,
with a new friend,
and feeling real good!