<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395514" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Beggar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The thought of great social solitude, <br>The sight of everyone having an attitude, <br>Being the neglected in the maltittude, <br>The pity viewed in verisimilitude, <br>The life of a beggar<br>His clothes torn and stomarch empty, <br>Always dancing to their tune, <br>Exploited and greatly tortured, <br>His presence mean nothing to them, <br>Their presence mean everything to him<br>He walks door to door for livelihood, <br>They dont walk to him to give life, <br>He is seeking life everyday, <br>Yet life does not seek him even one day<br>The beggar with rolling tears</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life like that of a beggar, <br>Love like that of a life, <br>Begging for the conditional love, <br>Do I have to beg your love? <br>Like the beggar beg for life, <br>My determinism flashes through, <br>Im breaking the steel bars my love, <br>Loosening the metalic chains off, <br>Love is love, not to be begged for, <br>Love is love, not to use each other, <br>Love is love, no need for persuation, <br>For so long it is love, <br>I will never be begging anymore, <br>Such love will be deceit, <br>Such truth will be fake, <br>And such commitment will be futile<br>Such a lover will be like a beggar, <br>Such a beloved will be like a lifegiver, <br>And such their love will be a shame</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gaylord+Munemo">Gaylord Munemo</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395514" data-title="The Beggar de Gaylord Munemo" data-description="The thought of great social solitude, The sight of everyone having an attitude, Being the neglected in the maltittude, The pity viewed in verisimilitude, The life of a beggar His clothes torn and stomarch empty, Always dancing to their tune, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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