Friday, April 20, 2012

A Tale Of What A Beggar Needs

6 o’clock in the morning
‘Ding dong’ the church bell rings repeatedly
The sun rises with a morning light
Wind breeze blowing so light
Trees moving side by side, leaves falling with a glide
They skate down his face
Then move along tied with the wind like a shoe lace
He sneezes and walks out the land of nod, stretching with a fair face
Then makes his way to the crowd
The crowd that walks through the heavy streets loud
They offer him what cannot last
He finds what is lost
But cannot offer him what he needs
He needs what cannot be bought
But mostly cannot be bought, can give him mostly what he needs

6 o’clock in the evening
‘Ding dong’ the church bell rings repeatedly
The sun sets with an evening light, all still yet so plight
For he had not got what he needed
And what he needed never came by