I used to pass by the people on corners or in the medium

they carry their signs purporting all sorts of maladies and disasters

i reckoned most to be homeless by choice due to unwillingness to work,

laziness, addiction, mental issues and the list goes on.

i now come to believe we are all beggars in a sense, pleading for another day

to try and get it right, without inflicting pain or running over another trying to get our ”piece”

i don’t care about my ”piece” anymore, rather i care about my ”peace”

something money cannot buy or even rent

brother, sister with your makeshift signs and your bags, we are all asking for something

some are just more honest than others

i will give you what i can, what you do with it is none of my business

i will try to do what is right, up to you to do the same

right can be different for different people

one beggar to another