THE BEGGAR
Showing his ill-made frame
And mumbling of troubles many,
Along a public street,
The cripple calls for a penny.
And mumbling of troubles many,
Along a public street,
The cripple calls for a penny.
Inviting sympathy,
By his rags and his withered arm.
He follows and frets till we argue
A penny can do him no harm.
.......
Just now, in this intimate room,
Sagacious, clever and witty,
Exposing his hardships, a Beggar
Beckoned his friends for pity.
By his rags and his withered arm.
He follows and frets till we argue
A penny can do him no harm.
.......
Just now, in this intimate room,
Sagacious, clever and witty,
Exposing his hardships, a Beggar
Beckoned his friends for pity.
Ugh! By displaying his pains,
By showing his heart was ashen,
By revealing his twisted life,
He played for a glance of compassion.
By showing his heart was ashen,
By revealing his twisted life,
He played for a glance of compassion.
Strange how I longed to laugh;
His feebleness was funny.
I thought: "He's only a Beggar
And affection is golden money.
His feebleness was funny.
I thought: "He's only a Beggar
And affection is golden money.
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