The Beggar
A Gentleman who walks miles
Through the streets that are dirty.
The streets where he lives of,
Walking with a passion
A Dream! As He walks towards His eiland,
The beggar picks up cigarettes butts,
Ten cents he collects,
Spotting them one by one
Finding a bench
Next to an elderly man
“Resting time” says the beggar,
Asking the man for a lighter.
What a good hearted person?
Two rand with directions to the nearest shop!
The beggar rushes to buy matches,
Before the break of dawn.
Copyright © Jacobus Cornelis Bekker | Year Posted 2014
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