What's a beggar without a hide
The lowest profession a man could find
To humble yourself to go so low
Without a hide you wouldn't show
Putting your trust in the generosity of man
Seems to me a feeble plan
But persistence pays, have a go...
Same spot most days
Making a show.
Don't judge them
Many I knew have now moved on to something new...
Or maybe just passed away?
I wonder how many have gone this way.
They may have been angels?
Was unaware...
Sharing a portion without a care...
Am I also a beggar bought with disgrace
Finding joy in another's face
Give me a forehead harder than flint
And a heart so soft it only squints...
In his rest
See the light
A hide so thick
No need to fight.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 4th, 2024 06:14
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Comments3
A beautiful message in this poem. So many judge the poor and unfortunate thinking it is their fault or that they could do better. Many are mentally ill, addicts and orphans uneducated and their but for the grace of God go I.
We tend to judge a book by its cover all too often, never realizing the story that lies within, and everyone's life is a story. Good write!
I work with many individual who have for various reasons fallen upon hard time .. fortunes can come and go in the blink of an eye .. I never judge .. no one ever sets out to become homeless, penniless or addicted to anything .. I think sorenbarrett sums it all up well in his earlier review .. a real good poem too .. Neville
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