A Beggar’s Choice!
With no true comb
So I brush my heir for integrity?
He sat on the reverse couch of the rich
Trying to reach.
No one here
On his lips
But far from keep.
For his redemption came in a freewill. – Rudolph
Black or grey
Pity or fair
All choices with a tint of difference
“It’s vinegar or salt” said the menu
We also have
With fear or fair
So we chose noisy graves, a lesser ill.-Omolola
Pink or white?
Which would you choose?
Would you choose in colors? Do tell, I pray.
If I handed you a yay or a nay,
What would you say?
Yay or nay?
And this too.
I hand you two.
You don’t gotta choose, like the beggars do. -Hybrid
Made his choice.
None else but what he gives to e’er receive.
Leaving her select spot, she took her stand.
To grow like drops
That was their choice.
They beg by deeds you can’t ignore though small. -Seun
A choice to make
When the only option lies in the streets?
I met a charming beggar by the road
He told me of
Why he chose
These rags and dirt
He told me his family kicked him out.-Vera
I was robbed
By a beggar
Whose plate was empty but heart full of steal.
For give and take is a right mistake framed.
Hand to pocket
Plate to face
But his con clean
So i took from him a measure not thin. – Leon
This road knew him
So well it could count how much he had earn.
His clothes changed and his heart sprouted contempt;
His eyes, disdain;
His smile, scorn;
Thus, got turned down
Refunded back into the cheerful palm. Tee2emm