If beggars could be choosers
What would the beggars choose?
For those who've lost most everything
There's little left to loose.

Would they choose to be a rich man
With cars and diamond rings?
Or would they laugh at those who pray
For all those foolish things?

Or choose to be a working man,
And slave from dusk to dawn,
And break their backs to pay the bills
For things they'll never own.

Or would they all be actors,
On a stage beneath the lights,
Pretending to be someone else
In the lonely game of life?

Or maybe they'd be artists
Painting pictures of their dreams,
And hoping that the critics
Could tell them what they mean.

If beggars could be choosers,
What would the beggars choose?
For if they're left with nothing
There is nothing else to lose.

Perhaps they'd all be judges
Passing laws across the land,
And fight for rights and justice,
For the common fellow man.

Or maybe they'd be doctors
Searching for the final cure,
To save mankind forever
Keep him safe and sane and pure.

Or would they all be preachers,
With salvation up for sale?
Just send a small donation
And save your soul from hell.

They might choose to all be farmers,
Growing food to feed the world,
Bringing hope for life and laughter
To some starving boy or girl.

If beggars could be choosers,
What would the beggars choose?
For those who want for nothing
Have everything to lose.

They'd choose to be forgiven
For the sins their eyes conceal.
They'd choose to be remembered
For the wisdom they reveal.

They'd choose to have some dignity,
A little peace of mind.
They'd choose to have you smile at them
As you handed them a dime.

They'd choose to have a family
Or at least a friend who cared.
They'd choose to spend just one long day
Not lonely, sad or scared.

If beggars could be choosers,
They'd be like you and I,
They'd choose to have some choices,
As their time goes quickly by.

The Eclectic Pen - Choosy Beggars

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