I see you every morning after stepping off my train;
I hear you beg for money, and I have pangs of guilt again
Although I do not know you, I go by what I see
Are you a drunkard or an addict?
Or just homeless with nowhere to be?

I really shouldn’t judge you
You could once have been like me
Loved, cherished, respected, I do not know your history
No doubt you must be lonely,
Cold by night, bewildered by day

A home-cooked meal is elusive
As you try to keep the elements at bay
It would be good to stop and talk to you
To find out who you were
To try to get some help for you
To help to make a better life occur.