The Beggar Poem by james watkin

The Beggar



I am your test, yours, and the blinded world's, of
Surface glamour and gloss.
Squirm for shame before Christ, shabby hid, nose-held
For what's deemed road-side dross.

Sunday, September 29, 2019
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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