You really cant fill for the stomach
what is empty in the heart.
You stuff your lungs with smoke,
when all you need is hope.
Walking in the cold alleyway
With a crumpled bill of fifty
Searching for things with value
Until you reach the city
Beggaring is not about the lack
Of food, a place, or poverty.
These people require, I suspect
Love from a family.
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