Poem: “Beggars”



No longer will you be an actor, play yourself, There is no script to follow
Nor will the face behind the mask be hollow

For then the scenery, the flats and props Fall down And charming false
anticipation stops

But truth is for themselves alone, not others, They live by what they’re
taught – In life and business beggars have no brothers

But what if even they know not the truth?
Then even in a wilderness
No one could be more lost, as close to death

August 18, 2011


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