The Begging Man

An old piece from my old account. Didn't hate it, so here it is.

They say he's a simple guy,

A fool down on his luck,

Dancing a poor man's dance

and trading smiles for a buck.

He's the kind of fellow without a dollar to his name,

Won't put green in your pipe but gets you high all the same.

Momma always warned me not to fall for a beggin' man,

but momma just don't get what it's like to hold a beggars hand.

Not a penny towards a ring,

Couldn't even afford a prayer,

But against better sense 

You could bet that I was there.

Years of livin' low really heats up a lover's life,

But even priceless love is finally bound to die.

Not a fortune left behind

Just a widow left to wither,

when all that glitters is gold,

I guess it's good that I wear silver.