The Beggar

A poem by Hannah W. | 10/11/2008

Sir, I am a poor man
I have not money nor home
so I beg in the street,
so very alone

I don't ask for your money,
I don't ask for your purse
but I beg thee for something
with even more worth

I don't ask you for house
or mansion or hut,
I won't pick your pockets
and your purse I won't cut

I won't ask for fine clothes
or a warm meal to eat
I won't ask you for blankets
or shoes for my feet

I won't ask for any of those things,
I ask you for something
that means much more to me...

A fine watch on your wrist
'tis gold indeed,
but even that's
not quite what I need

I'll ask you once,
and hope you're kind...
"Please sir,
can you give me a smile?"

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Falling Leaves | Fri, 10/24/2008 - 12:54pm

Wow.....That's really good. You need to get a book published, maybe like a collection of poetry =D

-Falling Leaves

"If life gives you lemons, throw them back!" -Joe Jonas (I think, or it might be another one of the AWESOME Jonas Brothers)

Yes
The Brit | Tue, 10/28/2008 - 7:21pm

Yes, just what I was thinking. this is so good! It sounds like it could be a classic! It's really, really good!

"Inconceivable!!"-Vizzini

Bernadette | Sat, 11/15/2008 - 9:24am

Ilove it! :) :D

luv,
Bernadette

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"my brother, my captain, my king," Boromir.