A Beggar looks as the rich pass by him
His life grows dull, his life grows dim
He wished he had some cash
But now, food came from the trash
Oh! How lucky millionaires are
They can afford to buy many a car
While here I sit barefoot, hungry
Shelter for me, is just a plain tree
Why? Am I so poor! Nobody looks at me
My torn clothes, why don't they see?
Everyday I beg, don't earn enough
And what he was saying wasn't bluff
-Gaurang Rao
Written for - http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/
Wonderful take on this prompt!
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Heartbreaking take on the prompt. This characterizes so many. Nice write.
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http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/03/15/feel-like-a-millionaire/
powerful imagery.
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sad.
A sad look at the plight of too many. Good thoughts for the prompt.
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