The Beggar

The Beggar Willy they called him William was his name Everyone thought It was Mexico from where he came HE roamed on the streets On the streets of London Walked with dignity A Smile on his face HE never asked for money Yet he was poor For he had no family Except a group of four He was rich, once A day when he laughed A day when he cared He day when he stared HE was not aware Of whet he hade become He just moved on As life was what he had become It was a usual pint He had enough mint Never did he go more Neither bit less He often walked around the church Just couldn’t pass through the doors There was enough taken Couldn’t dare to give more He just asked Always asked for one thing Walked across with the group of four Thought he ever had a family ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ You can find Distance in my book of poems "labyrinth on---http://www.amazon.com/Labyrinth-Mustafah-Mun/dp/1409285251/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1252381235&sr=1-1