A Tale Of A Beggarsome

The world is moving to and fro

But every day and moment is still for us

Everybody has a family and a place to go

But no shelter is waiting there for us

People work for money day and night

But nobody stops by to hear our plight

To some, all the fortune in the world is still low

Somebody should tell them to look at us who have no place to go

These hollow roads have become our inhibiting

Looking mercifully at people for few bucks in the name of alms and helping

We look upon you to lend us some

Because nobody turns by choice to a beggarsome.