Poem Of The Rich Bigot Poem by S.W. Clark

He looked and saw
a dark little boy,
naked, hungry and weak.
He forgot his wealth
and turned his head
yes he turned 'the other cheek'.
He looked and saw
a bewildered old man,
dirty and lonely, bent low.
He forgot his health
and remembered the words,
'you reap just what you sow.'
He looked and saw
a neighborhood
of poverty
He seen so few.
He forgot his self
and said without guilt,
'The poor are always with you.'