Loke Kok yee

The Beggar Man - Poem by Loke Kok yee

There is much pity when we see a beggar man
Others who see him and are filled with contempt
But if we were to see things their way if we can
It will not be anything like you have ever dreamt

He is probably thinking why everyone else is mad
Busy bustling around while he lazes and sit back
Stressed and angry looking sometimes even sad
And he without a worry, his world in a plastic bag

His needs well provided there’s always a kind soul
He sleeps in an alley or the subway when it is cold
And in the night shelter hot meals comes in a bowl
Clothes are a plenty though a little tatty and old

His time is defined by feelings of hunger or thirst
It is of no matter if the shops are open or closed
Living in the streets things cannot get any worse
Apart from food and shelter no other needs imposed

Without any bills to pay or taxes like the rest
He never has to queue or a dateline to be met
His temper never frayed or his patience put to test
Though not a penny to his name yet never in debt

He passes his time thinking about the next meal
While the rest of us have lots of things to fulfill
Whether rain or shine to him is not a big deal
But in weather adverse our plans can go downhill

Next time you see a beggar man some envy is due
He may not have money but he’s happier than you

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Comments about The Beggar Man by Loke Kok yee

  • Simone Inez Harriman (8/7/2017 2:29:00 AM)

    Your poem really had me reflecting on quality of life. I had never really looked at homelessness in a positive way before... yet I can totally understand what you are saying Loke. Sometimes the troubles of a stressful day at work weigh heavily and I wonder why I choose to do what I do. And sometimes at work during a break standing in an air conditioned room I look out the window and see the sun disappear from a glorious day and wished I could have felt the breeze and warmth on my face for a while. Then I remind myself why I am here and how much I enjoy my job.... the highs and the lows of it. Being a real homebody I just love the comforts of my sanctuary so I guess I wouldn't enjoy even one cold night out on the streets. (Report) Reply

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  • Abdulrazak Aralimatti (10/31/2015 12:09:00 PM)

    Verily, the beggar man begs for the basic needs
    And we beg to God for comforts unlimited.

    Verily, we are the beggars
    Greater than them,

    They beg straightforwardly
    And we beg indirectly.

    They are self contented with basics,
    And we are.........?

    A lovely poem indeed,
    Loved reading and commenting,
    Added to my poemlist........10
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  • Valsa George (10/29/2015 10:15:00 PM)

    Quite true! I too have felt that most of the beggars are happier than us! They don't have many wants, no great crippling ambitions, no deadline to meet, no unhealthy competition, no depressing stress! They can sleep anywhere, eat whatever they get, needn't care for their grooming! When I see a group of them relaxing and joking in bus shelters or railway stations, I feel they enjoy life! A great poem Loke! A 10 (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (10/29/2015 1:04:00 PM)

    Very true, very true..but begging is below dignity of humans, even cats and dogs they serve for some payment and their payment is food and love........... (Report) Reply

  • Melvina Germain (10/29/2015 8:47:00 AM)

    So true these words though much sadness prevails and it is a tough life living in the streets. I hope and pray that many will walk away from this lifestyle and try to come back but many have purposely left the stress of the so called normal life and are happy to stay as they are. Some are longing for a break to come back and live in the normal stream of things. Some refuse to help them but I always figure my gift to them is between God and me, when one gives for the right reasons it matters not what the person does with it. Give from the heart and leave it at that. Maybe one day you'll see that person all dressed up fine and you'll wonder where you saw him before. People change, all they need is a helping hand and you might have been the hand that helped. Never quesiton compassion...I'm deeply touched by your poem as I spent some harsh times in the street and made it back..... (Report) Reply

  • (10/29/2015 8:01:00 AM)

    A nice poem with excellent Rhythm.. Love it.. Thanks to dear poet (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 29, 2015

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