I shelter the bones in a rag
Allowing passersby about their new styles to brag
I walk the dirty streets barefoot
Driving rhythm to my broken flute
I’m a beggar down street fifty one
And I breakfast on Crumbs of generous sun
I see the saint, the sinner, the crazy and the wise
I watch those in rags and those in branded ties
Their looks like released triggers; got no human grace
Searching their pockets for coins to slap against my face
I’m a beggar down street fifty one
And I breakfast on crumbs of generous sun
Some jobless stop by me to draw a chat
Nothing’s more annoying than a rich spoiled brat
Who brags about touring the world
I doubt he once around his feet swirled
I’m a beggar down street fifty one
And I dine on crumbs
of generous sun
I also meet who envy me for who I am
“Your freedom isn’t like ours, a flam”
With my broken flute I travel from spot to spot
Cheap wine had never made of me a silly sot
I’m a beggar down street fifty one
And I dine on crumbs of generous sun
wow, that’s a really nice one!
i felt as the beggar was singing this to me!
X
you wouldn’t believe it if i say that i dreamt about him and woke up before dawn to jot it down…
oh course i would… i doubt very few things in this world, haha
Don’t know if I shall say: Good for you
I’ve found life easier trusting so few things around..
What lives in your heart is what embraces every word that is dispatched from the soulfulness within! You care and what you have written is part of that caring DNA! A beautiful poem!
Not all naturally carried genes are of profound significance…
so we all have to grow our own..
& 10x…I’m reading yours, your feelings are so pure like morning breeze
Very well expressed with some unforgettable phrases
Thank you also for subscribing to my blog.
Cheers, Eric
Thanks..
& sure “written words never die”
You are helping me become a lover of poetry. Awesome, visual, moving … and, btw, i play the flute … i could be a beggar … oh yeah xoxo m
I’m pleased to be doing so…:)…Flute is my favorite musical instrument
&congrats again for the award
To love a beggar or to love a thief,
Let your heart do the talking,
enough to give some relief,
Sit at their corner just for awhile,
Count all the people who pass by,
Without even giving a smile,
A nickel, dime, paltry quarter or more,
Are the poor ignored and forgotten,
Once the rich pass through the door?
nice…
Yea; i guess we should always have an extra eye & a wide heart
sigh 😦
why?!
Which I were blessed by satisfaction like him
true.
just that your words highlight the unfairness of it all, too
Yea… we’re just living in an unfair world; the golden’s destined to dirty streets&the dirty’s destined to palaces:)
nicely put.
you know, people in today’s world would think we’re really stupid
cause they’d be like “but hard work only makes you wealthy” and other such excuses…
but i think we know how many of them have actually got where they are honestly.
that’s what I meant by “the dirty in palaces”…
nice.
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