Father, mother and a daughter. Hold a sign looking for an offer. Need gas, need food, in a mess, Will work, will do, and God bless. ———— The father, a man sturdy and brown, Hands strong, accent of a foreign town. Deep regret seen in his heavy frown, What can be done it said without a sound. ———— The mother small and looking worried, Eyes wet from tears and likely blurry. I’m sorry and thank you, forgive me please. Those were her words to everybody. ———— The daughter was watching from the side, Eying all those who passed them by. Confused and hungry, young and dirty, Likely needing a bath, dinner and security. ———— It is sad to see this beggar family. If I acted I will not say. I dare not brag about lightening their dismay. Suffice to know that they existed that day. ———— Help for me I’ve often thought, Was well deserved but it is not. Help for them could do much better, I watch and none gifted them such pleasure. ———— I came back in the night, I looked and there was a sad sight. Upon the grass lay Sleeping three. A begging family unfortunately. ———— Father, mother and a daughter. Asleep beside the sign for an offer. Need gas, need food, in a mess Will work, will do, and God bless.