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