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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511806" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Panhandler</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The panhandler sits on the street corner.<br>He asks me, &quot;Spare some change? &quot;<br>Like an empty vessel, I walk past him.<br>I see him as another empty vessel.<br>Some throw him a dime, <br>But I treat him as a vapor.<br>My spirit tugs at me.<br>My mind says he is a ghost, <br>But my ghost says he is real.<br>The currency he needs is my time.<br>He might be looking for his next fix, <br>But what will it fix? <br>Another lost soul, looking to get even more lost.<br>The root of all evil is planting another seed of discontent.<br>If my God is money, <br>Your free time has no value to me.<br>Anything that is free is void of value, <br>But time is really my only currency.<br>I only see the value of my own and not another's.<br>My account has no statement, <br>For when it is gone, <br>I will be broke.<br>I hoard it as if I were broke.<br>Investing only in myself.<br>It is why I feel broken.<br>Some time left in my breast pocket? <br>It beats to help he who is beat.<br>Spare time is something I have.<br>For it really is my true value, <br>Given from the heart of God.<br>If I lend some of mine to another, <br>It makes Him proud.<br>It is the core of my love.<br>It is the gift of His love.<br>He is truly my bank.<br>I bank on Him, <br>I count on Him, <br>I trust in Him.<br>Currency says &quot;In God We Trust&quot;, <br>But can God trust in me? <br>Investing my time, <br>In one who is broke.<br>The dividend is joy.<br>The change in the pan will be spent.<br>Could he be searching for my gold? <br>I fill another's heart, <br>I see my investment grow.<br>With God's currency, <br>I am truly rich.<br>Though, I am only on borrowed time.<br>For the panhandler was just an angel.<br>God's teller.<br>Telling God if I made a deposit or withdrawal.<br>God knows my balance, <br>As He holds my account.<br>He knows to which God, <br>I am accountible to.<br>And if my spirit is balanced.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ryan+Lee+Morris">Ryan Lee Morris</a><div class=q>
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He asks me, &quot;Spare some change? &quot;
Like an empty vessel, I walk past him.
I see him as another empty vessel.
Some throw him a dime, 
But I treat him as a vapor.
My spirit tugs at me.
My mind says ..."></div>
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