Living down by the rails <br />Wasting time that prevails <br />Wondering in streets and alleys <br />Asking money for a few O’Malleys <br /> <br />Nother day passes by <br />No more thoughts all a lie <br />All fake and unnatural <br />And non cultural <br /> <br />Curious people walking by <br />No respect, pretend they’re shy <br /> <br />Frightened of the cold <br />Cold generated by the world <br />Just a lonely soul on a round hard bowl <br /> <br />Hiding under the dirty blunkett <br />Coughin, scratchin’, an empty cigarette pack <br />Memories and dreams in a rusted tin <br />Most of them lost at sixteen <br /> <br />Sarcasm never wins <br />Patience is a virtue <br />It’s time to let go <br />All guilt and ego <br /> <br />The Beggar is a wise man <br />so give him a penny son...<br /><br />Roger Bewman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-beggar-2/
