Beggars wait at open portal
steal a meager glimpse of hope
apprehensive grasp
Princess Pretense glances with
blind eye, refusing sight
Seamstress Sally, chuckles, knowing
fools errand awaits
A cup of blindman's beggars chance
to fill the bed of knitted hope
awaiting life that passes by
as beggars they deny the light
Yet simple as the tin cup's chance
to hold the light in hope
not wait but fight
the beggar's might
as strong as life
sits strength beside
each beggar's cup
nor futile wish
as seamstress sewing
O-R-L-A-N-D-O. Find out what it means to me.
8 years ago
1 comment:
i haven't been around here for a bit and you have been posting lots of work. it's always a pleasure and an inspiration to come and read your poetry. Thanks so much for sharing it.
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