※ Day 138 - Beggar ※
Weakened bones, chattering teeth,
Dirt on his fingertips.
Give me please, says the beggar on the streets.
Growling stomach, blurry eyes;
I'm not telling lies.
It's sad though that no one seem to have seen the tears streaming down his cheeks, as he cries out:
"Please feed me even just a few drops of crumbs".
None saw his thirst nor his hunger,
Nobody felt his pain but people talk like they knew better.
[A/N]: This poem can be taken as literal and also in a figurative manner. Many of us tend to judge others not knowing what they're going through or what they've been through.
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