I am he blind man you pass on the street
Selling my papers for something to eat;
I am the beggar who knocks on your door
Pleading a morsel of crumb--nothing more.
I am the hitchhiker shivering, cold,
Thumbing a ride with cumbersome load;
I am the widow whose loneliness cries
To have happy laqghter to drown out my sighs.
I am the cripple whose arthritic hand
Reaches to touch you. Can you understand?
I am the ifant whose parents have fled,
Caring not wheterh I'm living or dead.
I am the homeless, rejected and poor;
Hear with your heart my lonely adjure:
Lend me your comfort, share your kind smile,
Just linger a moment or chat for awhile.
