A Beggar’s Tale
I am a man of few words
For I’m too hungry now to speak…
There’s whiskey rotting in my veins
And my spirit’s growing weak.
This tale began so long ago
When I was still a tiny lad;
You can blame it on my ma and pa
Or on all the things that I’ve don’t bad.
The truth in all its sadness is
That some are destined from their birth
To be that part of society
That does not have a worth.
So I sit here on the sidewalk
And I choke upon your greed,
Since none of you did notice me
When I still had the strength to plead.
When you’ve dared to even look my way
It’s oft to point and stare,
And when you’ve eyed me here in misery
You’ve turned away without a care.
Sometimes you’ll throw down your coins
And believe that you’ve done good
A few of you will stop to wonder,
If you’re doing all you should…
But in the end, it stays the same;
You go home to your warm beds.
In the end, I sit here freezing;
My image fading in your heads.
You tell yourselves it’s not your fault
That I sit stewing in cheap wine,
But just a twist of fate could change it
And your life – it could be mine.
So do not think I chose this life –
That these were my childhood dreams –
Don’t assume you know the whole truth
And that all is what it seems.
For in my chest, there beats a heart
Like every other man.
I did not set out to be this way –
This was not my master plan.
I made mistakes, then made some more;
I believed I did not matter;
And any hope I ever held
I dropped, and watched it shatter.
To you, I’ll never mean a thing;
I’m nothing but a pest;
But even when I’m dead and gone
You’re not apt to find rest…
Since mine is just another face
To line this city wall
And the moment that I pass away
One of you is like to fall.
So don’t you sit and pass your judgment,
Lest you’re the next to take this place
For we are all imperfect humans
And you too can fall from grace.