A Blind Beggar’s Song

Yours is happinessYours, the sun itself, blindingthis poor beggar's eyes I must look awayMust not bring myself to cryany more in shame But, oh, shame and loveare two sides of the lone coinin my begging bowl So what do I do,as I raise my arms to loveknowing I'm unseen? I must stop seekingwhat is yours,… Continue reading A Blind Beggar’s Song