The
old beggar
He
sits on the five foot way
Old
and haggard; alone in his world
Maybe
thinking where does he go wrong?
The
eyes of lost dreams
The
years of youth wasted
He
sits on the public corridor
Unkempt
he just couldn't care
He
looks at passersby
The
far away look
He
knows he has lost it
The
years wasted away
Will
others learn?
In
the youth one has to plan
Do
not be afraid to venture beyond
Remember
too the basic structures
Else
look at the old beggar
The
living soul lost in his world
The
dreams have all gone
He
is alone no home no family
The
living goal posts
There
are there to remind us
We
have a journey to go
Do
not waste it by taking detours
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