Begging Is An ArtA Poem by AJNJInspired
its hard to miss her insistent stare
she often begs at a busy market square holding a tarnished kind of bowl aloud, she calls out to each soul and what makes her so strange? is her manner of pleading for spare change in a demeanour so hard and haughty she accosts the dumb and the literati kind sir toss me a coin or two will you? a note or a pound or a dollar will do You look like a man with very fine ways please please, do save your soul today and to each passerby, it was the same a request so repetitive, raw and lame of her pushiness they've all had their fill no subtlety or tact in her begging skill so each man throws a penny her way for her to step aside and just move away so brazenly does she play her part begging is begging, yet still such an art and here is what she fails to understand when for alms she does extend her hand people like to give from a will of their own not pressured into it in such public zones whether it be to save some from starvation or another's conscience from self-flagellation charity nowadays needs clever marketing it needs great work to be good at begging © 2020 AJNJAuthor's Note
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