A beggar
approaches.
I offer more than he asks.
Odds are
he’ll spend it on drugs,
alcohol.
True help
would have been food,
shelter,
a respectful place in
society.
Put money
in his pocket
and watch him walk away,
drifting
from bad
to worse.
Yet again
I preach one thing
and practice another.
Because he was there.
It’s only hypocrisy
when you don’t admit it.
By Shai Ben-Shalom
