To A Beggar

Happy, happy man,

Your are the lucky man

Your beauty lies in the rags

No need to think and philosophize

Upon the meaning of life

Living only in the present moment

Not thinking of what passed

Or what is to come

Unacquainted with joy forever

Your revel in the ocean of joyful sorrow

      You see me a satisfied man

      Happy without;

      But hollow within

      Posing, to others satisfaction

      With a pasted smile and weeping eyes

The joker of the circus

Has lost his dear wife

He cries in her memory

And the spectators

Appreciate his performance

The wounded heart

Says thanks with a smiling face

      Ignorance is bliss

      You are the free bird

      Contented in your world

      Torn and pained you will be

      Upon entering this fuller world

      But then you may just decay

      With no sun and too much water