(Written and Inspired by one of our Writer's - Kyle) <br /> <br />See them on the streets; where most of them awaits, <br />Looking in their eyes can stir your soul inside. <br />Young and old are they… begging in many different way. <br />Some are helpless, while others can still do something to change their living. <br /> <br />On the bed of stolen moments is where they awaits, <br />The least among the list of him/ her that they call a lover, <br />A love found that can never be, <br />Beggars of love, hanging around hoping for the love they’ve found. <br />Others seems helpless, for they truly are in-love, <br />Others are intentionally playing in the fire for their hidden desire… <br /> <br />In the front of different offices, in the face of authorities is where they awaits, <br />The ignored individuals of their societies, government officials might call minorities. <br />Denied of truth; the beggars of justice. <br /> <br />In the moments of helplessness, is where they awaits, <br />The beggars of hope are always praying, asking for something… <br />In many ways, we can see ourselves as one of them… <br />for once in ourlives all us are beggars of different begging’s. <br /> <br />-aira<br /><br />aira olayvar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-beggar-s/
