The
old beggar walks
With
his aiding stick
The
sadness in his eyes
The
time he waits
The
moving sight
The
young adults should observe
Once
he was a young man
Working
for his living
He
earned he spent
Through
the years he forgot Tomorrow
When
the time came he realized his stupidity
He
got nothing as age took its toll
He
is left to beg
The
dignity he could forget
Sometimes
he sits on the 5 foot way
Waiting
for alms to survive the day
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