As if by Magic

The poor beggars
Lining the streets
Lame and homeless
They scan the empty lanes
For someone to come
To listen to them
hear their story
As if by magic
A lone soul appears
Walks towards the destitute
Talks to them, shares with them
They are touched
He leaves without a trace
Apart from a few silver coins
And some golden memories
They settle in for the night
Wrap the filthy blankets around themselves
And think, and wonder, as if by magic
Why that person came
But I know why they came
For that person was I