The Beggar’s Bowl

The Beggars Bowl short poem

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From dawn to dusk
The great beggar used to move from door to door,
He was tireless in his motion,
People poured plenty of corns into his big bowl
And offered their spontaneous love and affection,
The journey never seemed tedious to him.
But time is unforgiving,
The beggar became old,
He could beg no more with his weak and feeble health,
The bowl remained dry and empty,
In spite of that he did not complain,
He stared at it and smiled with great delight,
As he could see in his vision
The wonderful bowl still filled with glorious corns,
Being mingled with the people’s wholehearted love and trust;
The noble beggar became full and contented
And thought that he had not lived in vain.

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