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Standing in front of a beggar,
My eyes begin to overflow
As I was reminded of the cruel world
That I live in.

People passing in the streets
Don't even look at the poor waif
That cowers in front of me.

This beggar in front of me
Is alone and homeless,
And my heart aches as I long to help him.

Stepping towards the poor thing,
I reached out my hand.
He regarded me curiously
And slowly accepts my help.
I gently hauled him up and smiled at him.

As I led him away to my home,
I passed many more beggars.
I know I can't help them all,
But I wish someone else could another one.

I feel very happy and cheerful,
For I know I did a good deed today.
And I know I am not the only kind person in the world.
Someone else may be doing what I just did now.

~ Blind courage is another way to say stupidity.

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