Living life on the crutches of poverty
In a world without balance
The life of a beggar, a pitiful one
Waiting to die from a time gone by
Bounded by the hunger tearing his heart
He’s a platter for the homeless beasts
Night closes in on him carelessly
By day his wrinkles smile on a chapel floor
The rotten smell clung on him like dead meat
Whining at life, vomiting bitterness
Promises of a hopeless future
Clung on his rugged wool covering
One day in the life of a beggar
When the sky will open
And release the gifts of life
Redeeming the locust eaten years
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EDDAZ 
Beautiful poem! I hope those who are richer in life will help and teach them how to live.
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I hope so too Winnie. Thanks for your thouthful comment❤
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It’s my pleasure, Eddaz! ❤️
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Powerful writing, Eddaz. Poverty is unfathomable suffering in a world so rich with resources. As the saying goes, “The rich get richer and the poor get poorer.” Sad state of affairs. 😦
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Thanks Olga. And yes the rich keeps getting richer unfortunately the poor just struggles to stay alive.😥
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