The beggar sat on the verge,
Looking old and stooped.
I saw the young jogger,
Circle back, making a loop.
A gift of life sustaining food,
What the jogger had in mind.
A look of pleasure crosses,
The beggar’s face, tired and lined.
Poverty surrounds us,
We greet it at every turn.
It seems to affront some,
Who kind actions do spurn.
Time has speed up,
The world is moving faster.
The global economic crisis,
Patched with a plaster.
The economy hasn’t healed,
If we peel the plaster away,
We know troubled times,
Certainly intend to stay.
We can’t solve the problem,
But we can play a small part.
By helping others whose lives,
Taste bitter and tart.
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What a tender heart you have Robbie.
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Thank you, Yassy.
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You are welcome Robbie.
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A most endearing sentiment. So often, many seem to remain blind to that which they don’t wish to see.
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Yes, I know that many people are blind of poverty – it makes me very sad.
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I could go on about the hypocrisy regarding this subject. You’ve inspired me to make this subject into a blog post. Charitable organizations set up to aid the poor, the homeless, and the downtrodden are nothing more than for-profit organizations giving lip service to the higher virtues.
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That is sometimes true but there are some amazing organisations and Churches out there that do a huge amount of good for people in need. I carry tins of food around in my car and give them out to particularly needy looking beggars. I hate to think of people being hungry!
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Robbie loved this poem from your tender heart and so nice to help people in need. Great words.
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Thank you
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Welcome Robbie.
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Welcome
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There but for the grace of God go any one of us. I wonder if people turn away hoping not to face THAT reality, rather than wondering what they would do, should they find themselves in the shoes of the beggar, were there no help for them.
Beautiful, Robbie. I just added a link to this post from Part-I of my empathy article of yesterday.
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mgh
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ADD Coach Training Field founder; ADD Coaching co-founder
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Thank you for commenting, Madelyn. I will pop in and visit your new post as that does interest me. I am out of town at the moment so my access to internet is limited.
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Such an excellent poem upon the Signs of our world today.. and I agree with Madelyn.. There for the grace of God go we..
A heartfelt poem..
And your creation was perfect..
Have a great day.. Love Sue xxx
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I am really pleased that you enjoyed this poem, Sue. Your writing is so beautiful and full of lovely wishes and thoughts.
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Yeh… I got your reply via the notifications too.. lol.. The Angels must have been listening in. haha.. Thank YOU, I appreciate you saying so.. And Likewise to your own poetry.. .xxx <3.
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Great sentiment, Robbie. We should all lend others a helping hand. I’m pleased to see it’s a young jogger who has turned to help this time. Love your artichoke!
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I was very moved when I saw this young chap come back and help the elderly beggar. It really warms my heart to see such kindness.
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It is a lovely thing to see. Warms my heart too.
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I love that I am reading this right now. I live in Portland and this is a scenario I am all too familiar with. We can always remember a little more kindness. Beautiful!
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Thank you, Danielle. I am quite sorry to hear that you also have these sorts of problems in Portland – sign of the times I think.
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A true sign indeed.
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Beautiful poetry and beautiful thoughts, Robbie.
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Thank you, Mae Clare
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Wow! What a nice sentiment.!
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Your observant compassion shines through in your words Robbie. 🙂
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Thank you, Debby. This did warm my heart.
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🙂 I”m glad Robbie.
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Reblogged this on The Writers Desk and commented:
Wonderful poem by Robbie.
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Beautiful Robbie, everyone should see the world through your eyes. Loved it. ☺
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Thank you, Patricia. That is a lovely thing to say.
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A real pleasure to read. Great sentiments that are portrayed by a kind, soft voice.
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Thank you, that is a lovely thing to say.
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Beautifully done Robbie. Mega hugs.
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Many thanks, Teagan.
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So incredibly true. What is sad is that some just think the needy are lazy Horrible to think that anyone would choose that life. The world makes it difficult for some to even try to succeed
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That is definitely true. Most of our beggars have no education and really have no other option – there is little help for destitute people with no family in South Africa, particularly men.
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So incredibly sad, Robbie.
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Thank you, that is a lovely thing to say. So incredibly sad, Robbie.
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It is sad, Dennis. It is lovely when someone reaches out to help.
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So incredibly sad, Robbie. Most of our beggars have no education and really have no other option – there is little help for destitute people with no family in South Africa, particularly men.
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Thank you, Charles. I know that, especially with regards to men. I made some enquiries on behalf of a destitute man and found very little help for him other than the kindness of individuals.
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