Beggars Call..Come Let's Go Poem by me poet yeps poet

When you call one a beggar

he has to be naturally poor

he sleeps on the pavements

as he has nothing on him to lose


Do you know some beggars are very rich

they come in Cadillac from home

change into tattered clothes

and
let the car driver go

then sit under a lone tree

beg silently

At closing hours comes the driver...

clean change and back home

lays peacefully..in an AC Room

He has a secret profession

wife brings a glass of cold curds
ice added

some more please
it was really hot today