The
old beggar
He
sits on the 5 foot way
In
the day he will be there
Rain
or shine it doesn't matter
The
walkers pass him by
They
can talk of politics and economics
On
rising prices and personal dilemma
He
just watches eyes longing for money
The
echoes of the sound
The
old beggar only hope they see him
What
he has gone through every day
It
isn't about anything; it's about surviving
He
gave his youth
When
he is old he is left alone
Feeding
on begging on public donations
He
has nothing left to tie him over
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