A Beggar's Life
For cash hard pressed
No clothes to dress
Mind depressed
Gaze through the night like a sleepless owl
Body covered with grime and odour so foul
Swallowed up in earth’s immense bowel
Left behind my begging bowl
A life I lived on Government dole
Copyright © Venetia Crasta | Year Posted 2019
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