HOPEFUL BEGGAR

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    HOPEFUL BEGGAR
    Sitting and waiting for a bus
    By the side of the road
    Feeling lazy to walk home
    Enjoying the scene
    Traders try selling their wares
    Praying to sell more before dusk

    Caught sight of a cripple gazing
    At strings of shoes strap on an opened door
    Desire not the same
    Value not what others have
    He will desire you
    His has never walked but is withered
    He will have walked to Washington
    I stopped waiting and started walking.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    hope’s Poems (28)

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