Oct 28 2006
Beggars
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.
© 2006
4 responses so far
thanks for your poem.
thanks for reading.
sarah
The mind cannot live without the heart. Thank you for sharing. Adagio.
i agree, the mind cannot live without the heart. you have an interesting philosophy adagio. i will be interested in seeing more posts on your blog. thank you for reading.
sarah
It’s simple and beautiful, moving and inspiring, thank you.
(Read about you on Smoke and Mirrors, and when I saw the first lines on wordpress Tags, I remember heaving read your name somewhere. Should know by now that Michael knows what he is writing about, looking forward to coming back)
spas-per
thank you for visiting and reading. your comments are too kind - i am at best, a mediocre poet - though i try.
yes, my friend michael is quite something. i hope you will come back. look forward to it.
sarah
This is fantastically moving, and so, so true. Beautiful work my friend!
Jennifer
Jennifer,
You remember when you were talking about different sources for prompts? Well this one came from a book filled with pictures to act as writing prompts. And though I’m not a poet by any stretch of the imagination, it did turn out to be one of my better attempts.
sarah