I find the beggar's face happier than me
At the street corner where I see him daily
In unkempt hair and stretched shriveled palm
He doesn't look as ruffled or as me bereft calm!
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A touching tale you narrate so well with your detailed observations of this man's life on the street
Well, this makes me wonder what really makes us happy. I think the beggar is not happy, but he is content with his lot in life - he accepts it, finding peace, which you are interpreting as happiness. But..... maybe peace and happiness are one and the same..... Excellent poem.
..This is no exaggeration, I believe! There are such beggars who with their cheerful disposition put we grumblers to shame! Their very sight fills our hearts with positive energy! You have presented this lovable character in such vivid details, that I can see him before my eyes!