Beggar By Trade Poem by Dorsey Baker

Just a shadow
in the fading light
a candle burning slowly
in the darkest night-
wisdom in an
age of ignorance
where truth and its
value has no importance-
graveyard of nickels
and dimes
down on your luck now!
but you've seen
better times!
a generation of weakness
relies on the glorious past
a villain wears his crown
drinking from a broken
wine glass-
being responsible you
change clothes
twice a year
people don't like people
like you; its the beggar in
them they fear-