Monday, July 6, 2020

Beggar

I am a beggar in this world;
everything I have has been given
to me.
          My bowl is always
daily empty:
                    I receive and I can
keep nothing I am given.
I have never lost the bowl
I beg with
                  and know enough
has no limit though too much
is too hard to carry and what one day
offers, the next cannot
provide.
            I, too, give to other
beggars
            as we wander to where
we've heard there's water
turning to wine.

-Byron Hoot

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