Jan Oskar Hansen Poet Blank verse

A Beggar

A Beggar 
   
This irritating person, one leg shorter
than the other, unwashed and begging.
I feel disgust want him to get lost.
But he is there reminding me of 
past misery, and how bad fortune, ill
health follows me around… 
This sickly idiot, it could be me if I fall
out of the plum tree, so I give him loose 
change to soothe my conscience.
Pity and contempt, a bad mixture.

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Kathryn Collins April 9, 2013 at 7:45 AM I do hope I'm not judged on what I think. Jan Oskar Hansen April 9, 2013 at 1:22 PM not at all dear

Lucilla Carrillo April 8, 2013 at 5:19 AM You have written a wonderful poem. There are so many people that beg on the street, some because they have no other choice. Those are the pople that God wants' us to help. Thanks for sharing. Great poem for the contest....... Lucilla Jan Oskar Hansen April 8, 2013 at 5:39 AM thank you Lucilla