A Homeless Person Poem by Rita Hawkins

How many times have you passed that homeless guy?
The one who acts like all he wants to do is die,
He has nothing to sell,
But even if he did you would not buy.

How many times has he asked for a dollar,
And you thought 'All you want to do is buy a drink.'
Many in his case would tell you all they want to do is shrink.
They are often shamed and never called what they are named,
Instead people who are better of call them 'Hobo, ' and 'annoying.'

Many times you have probably done this,
But have you ever thought that 'Jesus could come back like that.'
We mistreat many including the thin and the fat.
Has that person with aids ever ask you to visit,
And if and when you did, you sat and chat,
And found out it was not as you thought.

I encourage you my friend,
Try to befriend the one's you normally make fun of,
After all didn't God create the dove to be a sign of love?
If the almighty gives love from above,
Why do you refuse to give the strangers love?
Maybe even offer to buy them a pair of gloves.
Do anything but shove them out of your way and mind.