Pauper
She was asking for alms,
Tattered clothes and weakened arms,
Her eyes dimmed deep in self pity,
She was asking help from all the folks in the city,
She was taken for granted,
By those who knew her peculiar awkward walk that was slanted,
God knows how much she collected,
However seeking help everyday she had perfected,
I had been a visitor to her area for days,
All through January to May,
One day she came to me,
She said O! big man give me a coin and let me be,
I caught her hand,
And took her to car stand,
There I made her an offer,
Work for me and be a citizen proper,
She got free from me with amazing force,
And said in voice that was thick and hoarse,
Citizen proper I had been for long,
Now you have my offer join me and be a pauper.
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