Panhandler’s Blues



Sittin’ on the curb,

Feelin’ like a worm, Blamin’ everyone else, For my own poor term.

Beggin’ for some change, On this city street, Thinkin’ it’s their fault, I can’t eat or sleep.

But then a car pulls up, And a kind soul inside, Offers me a ride, To finally get my pride.

I hop in without thanks, Feelin’ entitled and tough, But as I step out, I realize I’ve had enough.

Of blamin’ others, For my own mistakes, Maybe it’s time, To take responsibility and make a change.