If I were poor?
Could you see me,or would you laugh?If I smelled badly?
Would you offer to give me a bath?
If I were starving?
Would you offer me a meal?
If I were bleeding?
Would you help me to Heal?
If I had nothing to give to you...
Would you just let me be blue?
Could you help me out?
Or would you still have this doubt?
The question asked to two gentleman pondered.
The beggar just stood and move yonder...
Then they ignored this poor old man.
Just about dying just where he stands.
The beggar turns his back next as this is told.
That poor old man with his angel wings exposed.
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