Once I walked along the shore,
Lonely, but happy, when I saw,
An old homeless man - torn and ragged were the clothes he wore.
He stood in the sunset; all was silent, except for a bird’s caw.
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Your compassion becomes you. My old friend Menke Katz was fond of declaring that, 'The gold is in the sunset'. For such noble beggars, and I am sure there are many, it will get better farther on. Beautiful write, Mary. Love, Sandra