The
old beggar
Sitting
on the corridor
Along
to the shop lots
In
the night
I
passed him a few times
He
looked at you eyes lost
The
future he knows
He
has lost it all
By
the side he had his walking stick
He
never asked for alms when I passed him by
The
old beggar just looked at you
The
time he knew he has none
The
last time I walked the corridor
Along
shop lots nights ago
It
was raining softly from the sky
I
didn't see the old beggar anymore
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