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Alms and a Heart of Gold - a Poem

When a child begging pokes you, what comes to your mind? Do you pretend that the little hungry being is nowhere near you? Do you look at the poor child and say, "Go away! Go away, you prick!" Do you stop and dig into your pocket or humbly treat?

When a child begging pokes you, what comes to your mind? Do you pretend that the little hungry being is nowhere near you? Do you look at the poor child and say, "Go away! Go away, you prick!" Do you stop and dig into your pocket or humbly treat?

There is little we can give, but it is okay if it is coming straight from the heart.

"Your alms no matter how small could cheer up a wounded, hungry, lonely soul. Please try your best to share for the rest- the needy in their needs, the unfortunate of all fortunes, the poor in poverty, street children who really matters whose childhood is shattered in their lives." ≈♥≈


Papa’s little girl got up even before a cock's crow would soar

She crouched closer to kiss her papa, his eyes blurry but smiled at her;

The night she slept in hunger no trace of crumbs was left on the floor

A crooked shanty, a poor man’s home, and rusty pipe runs weak water.

In her tattered rags she wore again, a tiny dress concealed in stench

Her pint-sized feet rough and swollen, no slippers would stay;

“Try harder today.” Her papa said as he lay on a wooden bench.

“Yes papa, I try hard each day." Her willing heart would silently say.

Moving about street and heat of hot-as-coal burning sidewalks

She looked around and up the sky to find Jesus to hear her cry

“Oh Jesus, may I carry home enough today from kind folks?”

“So my papa will bless me a tear and a smile, not wonder why.”

Then she sees and meets you, eagerly excited but with hollow hopes

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Her fragile skinny arm stretches; shaking, she opens one palm or two

“Kind sir, please spare me a change.” She shyly, softly gropes

Determined, desperate, the voice and skeletal shadow trails behind you.

“Keep away. You are making me dizzy.” You shoved and mumbled.

God rewards a heart-of-gold, your kindhearted mother once told.

“Go, be gone. Does it really matter?” In your selfish mind you rumbled.

She aimed for your eyes and said, “Please sir, I am hungry and cold.”

They are out there. We couldn't be blind.

The sun and your music are your companions in between shorten gulps of warm water from your only bottle. What I gave was small but you warmed my heart with your nod and a smile. It made my day worthwhile.

The sun and your music are your companions in between shorten gulps of warm water from your only bottle. What I gave was small but you warmed my heart with your nod and a smile. It made my day worthwhile.

Where in your heart lies giving alms to the struggling poor?

What does your mind dictate in speaking of their anguish?

Why not unload your blotted burden; keep your heart an open door?

Was it too much for you to spare kind words instead of rubbish?

When have you showed emotion to the cries of the helpless?

When did you not believe in the innocent ruin of a soul?

In many moonless nights, a suppressing life along a margin is dealtless.

The only beggar child’s wish is an ebony sky, her captive life in parole.

Of the purest of hearts, their voices of mercy are heard repeatedly.

Can prayer be hurtful? The sad-eyed, a disgrace in the village of the rich.

Will there be an answer to curiosity? Behind a shadow, a blink of opportunity.

“Let the rich be poor, the poor be rich.” Would you be against the switch?

Another day, another time, you met eyes again with the beggar child

Your words to her she remembers but thought: "This is today. That was before."

A street angel she is, a smile so sweet; you halted and warmly smiled

Her hand you gently held, finding your voice you said, "Child, I'll hurt you no more."

Fruitless dreams of a fellow sheep, his lamb now kneeling below your feet,

Small alms you have, no second thoughts; she'll feel better at days end.

Her low faint breath you’ll take away meekly, if not, most complete.

You dug in your pocket and whispered, “A HEART of GOLD is the LOVE I'll spend.”

≈♥≈ © coffeegginmyrice "Alms and a Heart of Gold" 15 May 2012

Street Children: They come in small packages.

Thank you Ronn for the photo usage of this beautiful shot of a street child for my hub.

Thank you Ronn for the photo usage of this beautiful shot of a street child for my hub.


manatita44 from london on April 21, 2014:

Touching delicate subject. Life's struggles .. who am I?

LeAnn Skeen from Lawton, Oklahoma on April 14, 2013:

This is beautifully written. I am reminded that if I see a need, to meet the need if I am able to do so. If it is not within my power to meet the need, then I must do my best to find a way to see to see that the need is met I am also reminded that I will always see a need, if I am always looking.

Marites Mabugat-Simbajon (author) from Toronto, Ontario on September 27, 2012:

Sadly, that is true and that's what stopping or limiting many citizens to help those out on the streets begging. And your helpful ways, Miswa is humble and kind. The necessities they would be needing should be more prominent and a priority to kind citizens like you. And to our children, yes, it is a good thing for them to know the reality of a not-so-easy-livelihood. Each one has to work for it, strive to be better off and then, share what they could. Love to you and your kids! Have a pleasant day!

Miswa from Cebu, Philippines on September 27, 2012:

I am ambivalent when it comes to sensitive topics like this.

Yes I want to help the needy but there are times when I refuse to do so. Don't get me wrong, but here in the Philippines, your help is often being abused. You hand them coins...they use it to buy solvents or drugs or use it for gambling. You hand them coins...they find it as the easy way to earn money even if they are physically capable of work.

They do receive help from the government but, hard-headed as they are, they would rather beg than accept what the government has to offer. I'm not a heartless person, I also pity them and really like to help what I do is, I don't give them money. I give them something that they can immediately use like food and clothing. Oftentimes, I let my kids see the reality. Like me, they have learned to put aside the toys and clothes that they do not need anymore. You know where it goes. I still have a heart, after all.

Marites Mabugat-Simbajon (author) from Toronto, Ontario on September 21, 2012:

Eddy, hello it is nice to see you. Thanks so much for your kind admiration to this hub.

You just made my late night or early morning alive again (time 2:35 a.m.)! Will be visiting yours too soon.

Eiddwen from Wales on September 21, 2012:

A tender and wonderful read which says so much about the writer.

Have a wonderfu day and here's to so many more to share on here.


Marites Mabugat-Simbajon (author) from Toronto, Ontario on September 12, 2012:

Admirable wisdom, ausmedus!

Marites Mabugat-Simbajon (author) from Toronto, Ontario on September 12, 2012:

Dear ausmedus! Every little thing we do to help the needy innocents adds a score for us in God's book and will flash in front of us on a big screen when we die. They are everywhere, young, middle or old and the best thing anyone could do is not to ignore them, but give something straight-from-the-heart whether monetary, fresh food, water or clothing. As we are aware of, many of them are housed under the care of a charitable organization but they still go out to beg and I think they also wanted to meet people, have little talks with them who will listen, shake their hands, give them a pat on the shoulder and with kindness, giving them our sincere smiles. They needed to be accepted in the community and be equally treated as humans. Thank you for your comments. You have a beautiful heart. Take care.

Marites Mabugat-Simbajon (author) from Toronto, Ontario on September 12, 2012:

Hi rajan jolly! It is so great for you to stop by and been touched by "Alms and a Heart of Gold". The little girl on the photo by a wonderful photographer gave me the inspiration to write this poem. I imagined and patterned my thoughts and feelings from this very young street child. Sometimes, words just flow afterwards, but the feelings we carry are immediate reactions of what is before our very eyes. My mind merged with my heart to bring out a flow of words carefully chosen to touch my readers' hearts. Thank you so much for taking your time to open and read this poem. It means so much to me with hopes to spread out the kind of air that we breathe to the ones who deserve to be breathing the same...

I love your the thoughts and kind words you've left for me here. My sincere thanks too for your votes and sharing. Have a good day rajan!

Rajan Singh Jolly from From Mumbai, presently in Jalandhar, INDIA. on September 11, 2012:

Very touching poem, I was literally in tears reading and the 1st picture is so heart wrenching. So many times have we shooed away the more unfortunates. Your poem is a breath of fresh air, making us realize that we ought to be more compassionate to these lesser priviledged ones.

Voted up , beautiful and awesome. Sharing this.

Marites Mabugat-Simbajon (author) from Toronto, Ontario on September 10, 2012:

Hi acaetnna! Thank you for your kind admiration to this poem. Sending lotsa love on the way...

acaetnna from Guildford on September 10, 2012:

This poem is so full of passionate emotion. It tells a story and conveys a message that touches my heart. A brilliant write - thank you for sharing.

Marites Mabugat-Simbajon (author) from Toronto, Ontario on September 06, 2012:

Hi again, Debbie! Yes, we are friends on Facebook. Or do you also carry a second Facebook page with just your brilliant work?

Oh, you just flattered me, Debbie! Feel free to grab "Alms" for your use. That's absolutely alright, you have made me so happy, it is enough for me. Cheers!

Here is my Passionate Poetry page on Facebook linking awesome poems also from fellow hubbers so I may help share their work. It's

There is a poem of yours that I was waiting for your approval to share it. I'm glad you consented. Thank you. :)

Please come visit Passionate Poetry page on Facebook. This poetry page is just new. Nothing much in there yet, but slowly adding up...

I'm most delighted to have Poet Deborah Brooks Langford!

Sincerely, Tess (Marites Mabugat on FB)

Deborah Brooks Langford from Brownsville,TX on September 06, 2012:

Your poem is so sad and beautiful I am crying for the children.. You expressed it all so well.

If it is alright with you I want to feature you and your hub Alms and a heart of gold in my hub I am working on about 9/11,,

God Bless you and I would love to join your poetry page on Facebook

are we friends on Facebook? Deborah Brooks Langford

epigramman on September 05, 2012:

I've seen a lot of gigs in my day in your hometown of Toronto (my second home when I was younger - I am 54 years young now)

Bob Marley, and then his wife and his backup band The Wailers once again after Bob died

U2 in a small club called the El Mocambo

the Police in a small club called The Edge

Stevie Ray Vaughan, Lou Reed, Willy Deville, and Robert Fripp at the El Mo

the Who with Keith Moon

Led Zepelin in their last tour in Toronto

Frank Zappa, Springsteen, the Tubes, Bowie, the Stones ..... this list goes on -lol - countless jazz gigs, and the blues and of course my love of classical ballet and modern dance - and yes those all night dance clubs in the 80's like the legendary Voodoo club .......ah yes those were the days ...... lake erie time 12:03am

Marites Mabugat-Simbajon (author) from Toronto, Ontario on September 05, 2012:

Wonderful words you speak and beautiful thoughts from your mind, epigramman, that it made me read your comment here twice. There are also beautiful and talented photographers out there who capture the moments of the lowest realities man or neighbour can seem not to find enough hope to help the very needy. They are sending out messages through their photographs- to the world.

Deep in my heart, epigramman, I thank you for your kind words and I really do feel that way in my writing when something strikes and make an immediate imprint through my inner feelings. Glad to be able to share. Always happy to share :)

I like any type of music, less the banging of heads and destroying of guitars, hehehe! There are some jazz songs I like, some, would make me switch in a second. I am kind of a frequent listener to the 'oldies but goldies' music. I am a fan of the rock and roll and The Beatles, but with long time listening to them, it hurts my eardrums, YEAH YEAH YEAH!!! Simple rhythm that sends me humming, singing, swaying, dancing, even beating the table can already make my day! But when I start cleaning the house, I play the Black Eyed Peas! Makes me jump!

epigramman on September 05, 2012:

...well this is an epic hub presentation of images and poetry from an epic human being - and unfortunately this 'story' has been with us since the beginning of time and is still with us to this very day all over the world and not just in underdeveloped third world countries - so to speak - but in cities all acrosss North America and Europe and so on.

It is because of your beautiful, noble and proud heart that we, your readers, are privileged to be moved and touched (and enlightened) by your words and these haunting evocative pictures .....

sending you warm wishes and good energy from lake erie time ontario canada 11:11pm and listening to a fabulous Bob Dylan tribute album called Chimes of Freedom - by the way do you like jazz music?

Marites Mabugat-Simbajon (author) from Toronto, Ontario on September 01, 2012:

Sadly, your words tell the facts on their existence. Beautiful words you've spoken, sir billybuc. Thank you for finding this poem and its message wonderful and beautiful! May your day be full joy! Take care...

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on September 01, 2012:

They are the unseen, the unnoticed, and most people pass by them without even recognizing their existence. Wonderful poetry and a beautiful message. No matter how small, alms are needed....if for no other reason than to show our humanity toward our fellow man.

Marites Mabugat-Simbajon (author) from Toronto, Ontario on August 23, 2012:

Hello John! What a pleasure it is that you've come across this poem through Audrey Howitt! Thank you John for the kind words. And once again, thank you Audrey.

Marites Mabugat-Simbajon (author) from Toronto, Ontario on August 23, 2012:

I see them, Audrey, and the sight even if in photographs tears a portion of my heart each time. Thank you for your visit and God bless.

John Sarkis from Winter Haven, FL on August 23, 2012:

I loved this work; and, I admire the work you're doing!

Voted up on your exceptional hub.


PS. thanks for sharing Audrey. I know it had to be good if you found it worthwhile

Audrey Howitt from California on August 23, 2012:

You touch the deepest part of us with this piece---it is so difficult when I see children on the street---Thank you for the blessings you send out in the world in this piece--

Marites Mabugat-Simbajon (author) from Toronto, Ontario on June 10, 2012:

Hi DailyVisionar! Great work you are doing, God bless you!

When I had t.v. cable before, I cry a bucketful when I switched the channel to World Vision. But at the same time learning as reading along stories of how "some" African children and families had developed well from sponsorships and much help from celebrities, it gives us joy. But "help" is never enough around the world. Your work and dedication gives so much to them already. You must have bonded with the children which really gives you a beautiful feeling of the love and care you've shared to them.

Thank you for dropping by. Cheers!

DailyVisionar on June 10, 2012:

I had a trip to Africa last year- and to tell you, its was quiet hard to see so much destitution, desolated sordidness-it looked as if God has forsaken this place(but he didn't)God has blessed many for I have seen it with my own eyes. I did missionary work there-never before my eyes have I witness another world-children and women desperate to buy their things from markets. I will never forget it. A Beautiful poem by the way!

Marites Mabugat-Simbajon (author) from Toronto, Ontario on June 07, 2012:

Hi again Redberry Sky! I had asked my sister back home to take pics for my hub when she gives street children money. Her reply: You can't give alms anymore as per the law. So I started researching. Go to:

Marites Mabugat-Simbajon (author) from Toronto, Ontario on June 07, 2012:

Hi Redberry Sky! Back home in my country, corruption to these innocent unfortunates run in many areas, I heard.

Do these poor children and their parents have a choice? What choice to they have? It is sad. In the right and sincere way, help can be provided. We see them around and they are not asking for big gifts from us. Just so that they will be able to take home a little and have something to eat at the table or on the floor.

Thanks for dropping by, Redberry Sky! I like your profile name!

Redberry Sky on June 07, 2012:

A beautiful poem, coffeeegginmyrice, and so sad and (as others have said) touching. One of your links - to the outrageous salaries of the CEOs of children's charities - tells us why many of these children aren't getting the help they need. Charity corruption and exploitation runs very deep.

Marites Mabugat-Simbajon (author) from Toronto, Ontario on May 29, 2012:

Thank you BeyondMax for finding this hub along your way. Every time I read a new comment to this poem, I go back to read the full poem over again and it even makes me feel sad as the author.

The pitiful and melancholy sight of many of our brothers and sisters lives strikes a bolt into my heart every time, like those of the threatening thunderclouds. If only we are capable to share enough and those who have too much could share a lot.

I am glad to find these touching photographs from skilled photographers and they both were very kind to have me use their work.

Have a happy day, BeyondMax!

BeyondMax from Sydney, Australia on May 28, 2012:

Such a sad, tearful, heart-breaking truth of our lives... You wrote a wonderful emotional hub and it sure touches the heart and soul, and shakes our minds. It's tragic, the pictures just ripped me to pieces. Haunting and devastating.

Angelme566 on May 24, 2012:

This is a very touching piece , it gave a pinch , you delivered it so beautifully and before finishing reading it i can feel my tears are dripping in my cheeks . Sometimes i can say that life is n't really fair for some are sleeping with bundles and bundles of money while , some are sleeping with empty stomach , some are have 10 bedrooms in their mansions while others sleeps in push carts or under the bridge .See how fair is the world ?

Hope those fortunate can read this hub and spare some to the needy and hope those ffortunates one have a good heart and room for understanding because this most unfortunate ones are the sensitive one , so if they ask money sometimes they just get an insult or a scold..hope people who are edge over them will spare and have huge room of understanding for lowly ones.

This hub deserve an inspiring !

Voted all !

Marites Mabugat-Simbajon (author) from Toronto, Ontario on May 16, 2012:

Hi Hubert! It's nice to hear from you again. Yes, this situation is abundant in the Philippines, and with so much corruption, these poor souls have been corrupted as well. Let it be our prayers and small offerings of what we could to help out, not be hindered by the evil manisfestation from 'greedy' organizations that is ruling their lives.

Thank you for your thoughts Hubert! Yes, can only do what we can, that is good enough to make us feel good inside and give someone the care and love!

While I was growing up, my pa would constantly remind me, my brothers and sister as we eat at the table, that we should not leave a trace of crumbs on the table and finish up the food on our plate for most of the children in Africa have not even one grain. I practice the same wisdom to my own children and point to them to pick up a piece of crumb or a grain of rice that is off their plates. They are reminded to set good manners while at the table and not waste food from their plates.

Marites Mabugat-Simbajon (author) from Toronto, Ontario on May 16, 2012:

Hi tobusiness! Thank you for your warm comments. This is exactly what the hub is trying to portray, you nailed it right there, tobusiness. It is a wake up call for those who can't share their blessings. The homeless, the unclothed, the lives and sufferings of so many innocent street children affect us daily as we meet and witness them along our paths.

The problem indeed is overwhelming and there are masterminds out there who take advantage and push the poor to beg. We like to help the unfortunate for we are slightly above them, but where do their little collection go, we wonder? That is why it is sometimes good to treat them with food because they are hungry. An affordable McDonalds combo or a foodcourt meal, why not? The restaurants, where do their extra food go? Into the bins? I inquired about it and then learned of course that there are safety regulations to follow; and giving away food to the beggars on the streets scavenging for food could also risk their lives.

Hubert Williams on May 16, 2012:

I experience this everyday in the Philippines. And though I would love to help them all it is an impossible task. Does it make me feel bad? No, it makes me feel horrible and sick inside. I can do only what I can do and pray that others step up too.

tobusiness on May 16, 2012:

Coffeeegginmyrice, you have a huge heart, it is always hard to witness suffering, especially when it is the weak and the helpless.

As human beings we naturally want to help. However, the problem can so easily overwhelm us. It is frustrating when the people who are best placed with the means to help, seem to lack the will to fix the problem.

Marites Mabugat-Simbajon (author) from Toronto, Ontario on May 16, 2012:

It's 4:01 a.m. and before I head to bed (this late), I am so happy to thank you for your visit to this hub. I know huh, it's so sad looking through the sadness, loneliness these little children's eyes speak out. I have gone through checking images and it just saddened me going through them and I kept talking to myself..."OMG, this is sooo saddd." And you mentioned about doggy eyes, these dogs weary and sad stare pierces straight to our hearts as well. And you are absolutely right: We must give because we care. God loves them more, the poorest of the poor. They have become symbols and instruments in our every day life (luxury vs. nothing) so the better ones and the rich will find goodness to help out. Thank you Gypsy Rose Lee!

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on May 16, 2012:

Voted up and awesome. This is wonderful. So sad, so tragic and it happens everyday. If just more people would understand what children like this go through. We have little ones begging on our streets too with teary eyes and grown-up bums with two or three dogs and those doggy eyes looking at you.I know that God blesses everyone who gives but we must give because we care.

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