Beggar's Poem

This is my latest piece.

All around are windows breaking 

With desperate hands left crimson, shaking

"What's that sound? What's this about?"

The lonesome souls who do without

Possessions borrowed, unreturned

Small fingers take what is not earned

Not out of want, but out of need

A scavenger knows not of greed

Some hold their signs, some wave their flags

Some carry empty begging bags

Some cannot sleep the night away

They've not a home, nor place to lay 

Tear filled pits of hopeless sorrow

Are here today and dead tomorrow

This time is no longer labelled "spell" 

They've not a coin for wishing well

All this I hope an ear will reach

I speak to change; not only preach

Lend your heart, you unsuspecting

To new life you'll be resurrecting

Unclench your palms and hold the hand

Of shattered spirits; the friendless man 

A future does not lie in store

To those who haunt a bolted door 

Lift up arms, those as your own

Of love and flesh, of heart and bone

Author's Note

Tell me what you think, what could be improved, what you would do differently and why. All input is appreciated.

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Your expression and poetry is always direct, honest and to the point...pure magic!

[DonDuquette]

This is beautiful, excellent word choice. I wouldn't change a thing.