An Old Begger Poem by maxwell julio mlenga

like an old statue he stands in the streets
awaiting for one with the heart of the poor,
he stretches his hand as though to greet...
but its no greeting, hes a begger am sure.

many pass without looking his way,
or stopping for a minute to cheer his mind
he seems invisible but his there in grey
awaiting for one with a heart so kind.

day after day he sleeps without eating
while the rich throw away food
he wonders why and keeps on thinking
why the world was made so rude.

then he dies without meeting his need
he wouldnt have if not for greed.