Forever a beggar boy
Recall when you came to this world,
Born like a free bird
Worries you’d none to fret,
And all your needs met.
To explore the wide land,
God gave eyes and a hand,
Ears to hear, nose to smell,
A tongue to taste as well.
Food-less you rarely went
For, kind mother He’d sent,
And as your frame grew in girth,
Strong teeth He gave of worth.
Yet greed gave rise to nagging,
Your prayers nigh but begging
And simple basic need
Grew like vulture’s vicious greed.
Wishes bred more wants
And dreams daunting haunts
Growing like wild weeds--
A pauper's pathetic pleads.
When God shaped dust to moulding clay,
He wanted toys to play His play,
Alas, they broke His heart and joy—
Toy turning a blind beggar boy.
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Reflections | 09.09.2007 |boy, creation, greed, joy, world, Quatrain
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