... Poem by Frank Sobolewski

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I seen him down low
all calloused up
clutching an old tin cup

still there,
waiting for his share

can come from any he
anyone who can steal it all away
and say

my friend,
there is no doubt
it is all your fault
you brought this all upon you

as i see,
you are a beggar in need

and so i say it to thee
do you believe in the 3 keys?
and christ the king?

come on sir,
it is obvious
the whole world sleeps
i pick you to awake
you are alive enough to be


yes
hes back
spitting lies
spitting in a blind beggars face
there is no being denied

so rise

Saturday, December 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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