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The Street Beggar


The Street Beggar

On a cold wintery morning
Under the weak watery sun
Mother and child shivered together,
On a day barely begun.

They waited on the traffic isle
For the rush of cars to start,
Hoping for some charity
To relieve their starving hearts.

A few cars passed, too fast to see,
Then, bumper to bumper they came and went,
Blinkered people safe and warm,
Snug in their cocoons.

©DGA 04.06.2010

Author: adeeyoyo

I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people! I am back after a break. Thanks for still being here, if you are! Missed you! xxx

15 thoughts on “The Street Beggar

  1. I am impressed, the analogy of cars / cocoons is very clever.


  2. We see the same things…..


    • Well… er… both, I think. She hopes for some kindness and there must be some small amount of anticipation for her to spend such an uncomfortable time braving the elements… don’t you think?


  3. That is so good.
    Why is it….I have you on my blogroll but you do not come up in my Blog surfer?


  4. This is brilliant, Adee 🙂


  5. Such a picture you’ve painted! I like your use of “starving hearts” – they needed nourishment of many kinds.


    • Thanks for your comment, GD. I have just downloaded Photoscape which you mentioned in your last post and am looking forward to experimenting! I was so pleased to see that it is MS compatible with XP, Vista and 7. Thank you for mentioning it by name.


  6. Very good!

    Of course, these days everyone suspects a ‘rent-a-baby’ situation, too.


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