Beggars!
by mazHur

Moment by moment,
day turns into night,
night into day.
Life goes on and on
like a lame beggar,
like a doomed wretch,
carrying .a bowl in his hand
waiting for someone
-someone generous,
to toss a dime into it;
Or some kindhearted lady
to roll some food into it.
Life goes on and on
and spares no mortal;
the bowl is always there
looking with wide open mouth
toward the sky,
in someone's hands;
the limp is replaced by blindness,
deafness or nothing debilitating;
yet the king and the beggar
come to the same junction,
live by the same method:
Begging!
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