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.
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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