The Hidden Treasure
A Poem on the Dignity of the Homeless
The beggar sits, by the busy street,
With a cup in hand, and tired feet,
A forgotten soul, in a world so fast,
A life so hard, that never seems to last.
The people hurry, with nary a glance,
Ignoring the plight, of this forgotten dance,
But look closer, and you might just see,
The hidden treasure, that's just waiting to be.
For the beggar holds, a heart so pure,
With a spirit strong, that will endure,
A story untold, a journey unique,
A life that's rich, with wisdom and mystique.
So let us reach out, with a helping hand,
And show the beggar, that they're not so bland,
For the hidden treasure, lies within their soul,
A reminder of the dignity, that makes us whole.
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This is deeply beautiful and such an important reminder- thank you so much for sharing this.