The
beggar with eyes of lost hope
Sitting
alone unkempt clothing
Watching
the people walking by
With
his wooden stick lying by his side
The
youth of his time
He
didn't think he would become a beggar
Begging
to have a meal to survive
When
he thought he could make it big
Decades
later he is out
Injuries
and no family
He
is left alone to fend for himself
Now
on the street begging for a living
When
you wake up
You
find you have nothing to fall on
You
are alone seeing the world
Broken,
no hope, no family
The
beggar tells us a story
Don't
always think you have the time
Life
is like sand flowing away
Within
seconds it can be gone
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