Johnnie
Johnnie
Mar 29, 2023

Catch Not The Beggars Eye

Catch Not The
Beggar’s Eye

So many people passing by.
Not a word just a sigh.
Catch not the beggar’s eye.
Dare us to pause and question why.
But for the hand of fate.
It could be you or me.
Catch not the beggar’s eye.
As we pass by
A coin tossed.
Nothing lost for you or me.
Catch not the beggar’s eye.
As we keep on passing by.

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About This Poem

Last Few Words: Any comments most welcome

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: United Kingdom, GBR

Favorite Poets: to many to list

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neopoet

The below is a computer generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:

The poem "Catch Not The Beggar's Eye" is a concise and impactful piece that highlights the plight of the homeless and the tendency of people to ignore them. The poem's structure is simple, with short and straightforward lines that drive home the message. The repetition of the title line reinforces the poet's plea to the reader to not overlook the beggar's presence.

One suggested line edit is to add a comma after "Dare us to pause" to improve the flow of the sentence.

The poem effectively conveys the idea that anyone could end up in the same situation as the beggar and that we should show compassion and empathy towards them. The coin toss mentioned in the poem is symbolic of the small act of kindness that we can do to make a difference in someone's life.

Overall, "Catch Not The Beggar's Eye" is a thought-provoking poem that urges us to reflect on our attitudes towards the homeless and to be more mindful of their struggles.

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Rosewood Apothecary

I fear that my interactions with panhandlers are less than humane or dignifying. I don’t usually stop and give money and I have a hard time looking eye to eye. I would want help if it was me and frankly I’ve spent a summer out of doors with the charity of others for comfort.

Your poem hit me hard and I’m questioning my philosophy surrounding my interactions in the future.

Tim