Literary Arts Magazine Spring 2010 | Page 66

The Poor Beggar If I Smile By Isaac Benitez By Isaac Benitez A moan is the alleviation Of a poor beggar in a town That looks for aid on the road Waiting for a citizen who feels love If I smile, I delight my heart Without hunger any longer he wants to be The most vital for him is get something to eat Before the city begins to be abandoned, since He needs force to wake up early in the morning If I smile, my penalties depart He looks as a child who begs a gift from his dad Innocent and fragile; moreover, he is a orphan A poor beggar accepts from anyone a crumb He‟s ready to say, “God bless, bountiful guy." I‟ll be amazed if I see society helping him Still he is begging for cents trying to eat His body reflects a slow and cruel sentence By walking streets without a specific address And my mind takes a rest As the ocean at midnight Having nonviolent waves Running away from my head As someone competes in a race And never gets back his steps If I smile, I am like an infant That believes in Saint Claus And obeys his parents so glad Waiting in December a reward If I smile, I declare with my face That I‟m pleased with a free self Nothing can impede me to succeed His face is sadder than listening to ambulances If I feel like a king walking his streets It‟s seldom to see society interested on him If you walks in the city; daytime or at night All what I have today is a dream You‟ll find a beggar on the corner that starves All my strengths have began today Who dares to defy that wh