By emily2u | From the Heart | 16 Feb 2021
Life is tough ----
Only a quarter in my pocket.
Am always treated rough
On trips to the market.
Hard to fill a belly so empty,
With cash this meager.
No one has sympathy
For me, an old beggar.
Don’t have enough food;
Pathetically, I also smell.
Thus can’t be looking good,
Sometimes feel unwell.
I make a bad impression
Wherever I go.
But people haven’t a notion
I’ve a heart of gold.
*Photo credit: Harrison Haines from Pexels
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