God Bless All Who Are Pushing Shopping Carts

There is a homeless couple in our town who I see walking up and down our busy highway most everyday. Yesterday I saw them holding hands as they pushed their cart. This morning I woke with this poem in my head.

God bless the homeless pushing shopping carts and holding hands.
For they shall inherit our returnable bottles and scraps.

God bless the man standing at the stop sign begging for change.
We offer only dollars.

God bless the homeless.
God bless all who are pushing shopping carts.
God bless all who are holding hands.
God bless all who are standing and begging for change.