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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Childhood (09/03/09)

TITLE: The Beggar's Child
By Deborah Ann Belka
09/09/09


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Shabby beggar on the street,
Ragged cloths - naked feet.
Holds a sign above his head,
“Will work for food,” is all it read.

The cars pass by – one by one,
Gawkers gaze at the beggar’s son.
But, they don’t see his hungry eyes,
Nor hear the silent - tears he cries.

Hunger pains, rest anew,
A piece of bread – would surly do.
To fill the famine in his life,
Easing the pain - of a beggar’s strife.

But, all he gets - are dirty stares,
He holds his ears to numb their blares.
For, they drive on and pass him by,
He is too young - to understand why.

He’s been a beggar since he was four,
Has learned real well - how to implore.
But, daddy tells him to, "Just act cute,"
He only wants him to - go get the loot.

He stands there now at the age of ten,
A beggar boy – amongst the men.
An honest day of work he can’t do,
But, the passerby’s - know that too.

His father died, or just went away,
He doesn't remember – much that day.
Just one morning when he woke up,
All he saw was a – beggar’s cup.

Cold and hungry - he continues alone,
His father’s alleys are now his to roam.
Sometimes, other’s share with him,
But, his days are dark - his nights so grim.

As the years go by - he's still on the street,
A threadbare beggar with leathered feet.
Stands on the corner with his tin can,
For, the beggar’s child – is now a man.

But, this beggar man - will not go away,
Like his father did on that cold dark day.
He no longer wanders lost on the street,
Recued by the Stranger - with sandaled feet!


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Joy Faire Stewart09/12/09
Very touching poem, especially the last stanza.
Brian Haugrud09/13/09
Nicely written with good message.....it's too bad that,(at least in our area), that the people needing the help with the signs on the street corners are mostly CON JOBS. We have shelters for them, but there is some responsibility that is expected. Most don't want to work or try to better themselves. They just expect a handout. I'm grateful for the "Man In The Sandles also". Good job!
Allen Stark09/16/09
If I were to allow myself to say what I want to, I'm afraid I might say too much. So I'll just say, "right."