Thursday, December 5, 2013

I'm a beggar.

I'm a beggar, deemed as an archaic,
ye' throw alms at me, Uncertain of reality.
that it is not what I desire,But I crave for contemplation,
And anticipate love and attention.
I'm a story untold, I'm a mystery unsolved.
Dive into my eyes, See the kid inside.
A mother who yearns for the love of humanity,
Who wishes that you don't just look, but see.
I'm a part of your everyday.
You're so colourful, and look, I'm all gray.
When you find me next time,
Just throw an affectionate smile.
For I'm a beggar, deemed as an archaic