The Begging Man

The Begging Man

A Poem by Tori

First time in awhile. So have at it.

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. 

© 2012 Tori

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