the beggar and the king
the beggar and the king
shared the same night sky
one man dressed in rags
the other in the finest silk
the king had bathed in scented water
richly lathered up was he
the beggar smelled like the earth he slept on
feet showed black as clay
through sandals thin and worn
two men in the same city
far apart as they could be
one man smiled a toothless grin
at thoughts of bits of meat and warm stale mead
left on a table as not fit to eat
and the other pouted that his beef was over done
poor bastard, thought the king as he passed
for he has nothing
but his smell
but which man wore the smile?
I adore the imagery and sentiment of this one. Mmm, mead.
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Thank you for the note. The flowers are cherry blossoms. As for finding a dream to make grow, well sometimes it is hard when one has had that dream for so long. it was that dream that made walking through the vallen bareable and now, well now only time will tell. love you poetry, it is very good. thank you for reading my words. take care and God bless
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which one was in better shape with less stress.
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