Sarah Flanigan - Poetry Simply Put

If beggars chose
to play the king
and shed their ragged
robes

And walked the Earth
with heads held high
that men might see their
souls

Their hollow eyes
would glisten bright
with newfound strength and
pride

Their crooked bodies
would stand upright
and reason not
to hide

The heavens then would open
and send down
hymns of love
And give anew
a life to those
who sought the velvet
glove…

But beggars do not
choose a role
of kings or creatures
great

They only ask
with open heart
to find a sweeter
fate.

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