The Beggar

He has no food for his stomach to fill
has no qualifications or any skill,
no place to call his own, roof or bedding 
how does he survive without daily begging?
wet, cold, hungry, He's dying, so i'll,

how did he get to where he is now, destitute,
he had nice things, cars, home, designer suit,
loving wife, beautiful children, respectable
well paid job, unskilled though acceptable,
should have kept quiet, shouldn't dispute,

should he have bowed, swallowed his pride? 
cower, left his future for them to decide,
become another servant for them to ridicule 
bullied, undermined, treated like a village fool,
still now no one cares if he lives, he cried,

should this happen to a man of sixty one?
to realise that all his world has gone,
to live an existence without a secure future,
suffering, dying of a disease that has no cure,
Begging for death, begging is just wrong,

he's cold, hungry, he's dying, so i'll,
his trade now is begging his only skill,
canal bridge his roof, cardboard for bedding,
generosity, sympathy now He's begging,
for some love, hope for his heart to fill.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Pigeon Tart Avatar
October 18, 2017 at 9:25 AM
Potent, excellent pen Roy xomo
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October 19, 2017 at 9:51 AM
You're not alone in that fear.
Pett Avatar
October 19, 2017 at 6:28 AM
Thank you very much Maureen, this is something I worry about, that perhaps one day I could find myself in this undesirable situation, thanks again for your support much appreciated.
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