Beggars

On daily basis producing their hyperactive arms For their better-offs’ less automatic alms: On lucky charity, therefore, badly dependent, With things not looking quite resplendent. The word ‘Pauper’ fitting their circumstance, Year after year, not exceeding a certain distance. In their quest for help, increasingly instinctive And like lawyers, by dress distinctive: Theirs an unplanned celebration of shabbiness With a sickening inclination to hairs of shagginess. Beggars, though there are, who gorgeous clothes put on, On purpose trying to win onlookers’ good opinion: The pass-mark of character who channel their pity To only The Sophisticated in their society. Still beggars there are by laziness manufactured On their physique no injuries nor the restructured Nor, for that matter, the obvious blindness Nor observable lameness; Able-bodied men we shouldn’t have assisted, Until they have persisted With aspiring tuneful voices aiming to mesmerize us Or comic displays such as one loves. Beggars might remain people of lowly station Further pitted against reduced expectation.