He might be dirty and he might smell bad
He begs for your money and it makes you mad
But who is the better of the two?
I’m sorry, it ain’t you
There goes the grace of God
And you are found wanting
You’re selfish, greedy and manipulating
Even though you’re rich and full to bursting
You still despise a man with nothing
Would you sooner see him starve?
Give him your change. Where’s the harm?
Oh he might be lying,
A cheater and a crook
Who tells his tale for sympathy
Whose dirty clothes add to the look
But that is not the point I’m making
Not why this story’s told
It’s easy to pass the blame
Walk the other side of the road
To stop and help a fellow traveller
Is a thing both brave and bold
So take a chance on humanity
While you still have some of your own!