The Beggar’s Tale


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Lines in the spaces

mark parking places,

defaced by the traces of debris.

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Oil hits the air

and gas fumes all flare

in the smell of combustion everywhere.

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A man with a pot

rings a bell as you walk

past the people toting things they have bought.

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Late in November,

it’s pushing December,

the bell compels conscience of charity.

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A beggar meanders

seeking surrenders,

the remainders of money, for free.

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A constant reminder

that fortune portenders

make of supplicants a mendicant by degree.

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Copyright © 2011 Marvin Loyd Welborn. All Rights Reserved.

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Comments

  1. i agree with bri on the haunting rhythm… tried to decode the form…using all my fingers to count syllables…smiles…love the structure.. really perfect for the topic marvin

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  2. ah yes, it’s that time of year…bells jingle outside all the grocery store near my house; all hoping for a little fortune and a run in with a few giving folks.

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