A Beggar Poem

saphotoco / flick
By S.L
@Xiasses (319)
September 6, 2017 10:21pm CST
I sat. I stretched and opened my dirty hands. I listened to the sounds of the crowd that passed by. I stared at their feet. Hoping I will find a friend who will drop a coin into my palm.
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SirenOnFire
@JeeyanDee (2692)
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7 Sep 17
That's really sad.
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SirenOnFire
@JeeyanDee (2692)
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8 Sep 17
@Xiasses Your poem was short but it feels like that is what beggars really feel.
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S.L
@Xiasses (319)
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8 Sep 17
@JeeyanDee Thank you.
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S.L
@Xiasses (319)
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8 Sep 17
True.
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Terri Doss
@gtdoss (1013)
• United States
8 Sep 17
Really enjoyed your poem. I have also written some poetry, kind of offbeat like this, and my family and friends have liked it. Sometimes poetry sums up what can otherwise be lost in translation. Keep up the good work!
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S.L
@Xiasses (319)
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8 Sep 17
Thank you for dropping your thoughts! See you around!
prashu
@prashu228 (37518)
• India
7 Sep 17
Good lines.. have a great day
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Judy Story
@jstory07 (146260)
• Roseburg, Oregon
7 Sep 17
I hope the beggars get some money.
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S.L
@Xiasses (319)
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7 Sep 17
I hope so.
lovely
@augusta123 (6649)
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7 Sep 17
No, you drop a coin into my palm.would you?
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S.L
@Xiasses (319)
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8 Sep 17
Yes if you are a beggar.
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Ficky Pangkey
@fickypangkey (61)
• Indonesia
7 Sep 17
I never give coins to beggars, I give enough for them to buy food. not because I am richer, but because I am grateful, God still gives me the opportunity to eat on time even in shortcomings
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S.L
@Xiasses (319)
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7 Sep 17
God bless you! .