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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. |
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