The KING and The Friend

I see a man on the street
He sits all day watching the passersby
I see him beg and plead to eat
But at most is offered a look

I do not know this man
Nor shall I ever
I will only offer the gift of my hand
And my name to gain acquaintance

I cannot see who this man shall be
Is he a servant or is he free?
I, a servant or, like him, free?
In this life or another, KING?

I need to meet him
Call it a duty to accomplish a 'could be'
A handshake, an offered name, and then
... A name given in return, Friend.