The Beggar.

This was a poem I wrote when I was in my early twenties. I always thought it would make a pretty good song.

The Beggar

The beggar sat on the corner,

he was blind and couldn't speak.

He would sit there all day long,

with his hat placed at his feet.

Has people would pass by,

they all looked at where he sat.

And the ones who felt pity

tossed a quarter in his hat.

The beggar heard the jingle,

then the sound went very dead.

He knew a coin was added,

so he smiled and shook his head.

The day was now over,

it was time to head on home.

On his way back tonight,

he was robbed of what he owned.

The beggar was found the next day,

his face was all bloody red.

A cop covered up his body,

pulled a sheet up over his head.

I walked quickly away,

I was shocked at what I had seen,

On my way back downtown,

I passed the corner where the beggar had once been.