IT’S JUST AN OLD FAMILIAR FACE
THAT NO ONE SEEMS TO SEE
SHE TRAVELLED ROUND THE CITY STREETS
NO DREAMS OF WHAT COULD BE
CARRYING HER WORLDLY GOODS
IN TWO OLD SHOPPING BAGS
SHE’D HAD THEM FOR A LONG TIME NOW
BOTH FOUND STUFFED WITH RAGS
TATTY CLOTHES AND WORN OUT SHOES
HAIR ALL IN A MESS
SHE WENT TO CHURCH EACH SUNDAY
TO GO TO WEEKLY MASS
SHE NEVER HAD AN OUNCE OF GOLD
AND NEVER SAW THE GLITTER
HER OLD AND WORN OUT BROKEN BODY
LIES AMONG THE LITTER
NO ONE CARES NOR SEEMS TO SEE
RUSHING ON THEIR WAY
A FORMER LIFE THAT USED TO BE
NOW PAST HER FINAL DAY
…AND THE TRAMP
I DO NOT WANT TO NOTICE
I DO NOT WANT TO SEE
THE BEGGAR SAT UPON THE STREET
PLEADING OUT TO ME
“SPARE SOME MONEY FOR US
JUST A CUP OF TEA”
REMEMBER FOR THE GRACE OF GOD
THAT BEGGAR COULD BE ME.