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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


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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

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