COMPASSION

                    Could you not see me as you pass me by?
                    Oh, I sense what you're thinking:- "Don't come near
                    Me, Stinky Bum! Go somewhere else, goodbye!"
                    Pardon me, sir;  Perhaps, I did miss it.
                    A kind word I thought I could get from here;
                    Sorry, I have to cut short my visit,
                    Since Compassion dwells not in you, I fear.
                    I carried the cross for the Nazarene,
                    On long roads I still travel, far and near...
                    No, never did the Christ call me 'Unclean'.