Tattered mendicant,
I give you alms …
I toss loose coin
Into your palms.
I give you largess …
My heavy pack
Invisible
Upon my back.
You finger my coins,
And savour a brew …
Feel promise of warmth,
Keen pleasure to you.
That which I gave you
Never bought
A single thing
For which I sought.
Superior,
I pass you by:
Tattered mendicant,
You … or I?
(Jewell Miller)
More Poetry from Jewell Miller:
- A Poet Of Provence (Jewell Miller Poems)
- Memory Of The Corniche Road (Jewell Miller Poems)
- Maypole A La Mode (Jewell Miller Poems)
- With No Distinctions (Jewell Miller Poems)
- Autumn Rover (Jewell Miller Poems)
- The Rhythm Of Life (Jewell Miller Poems)