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Beggar By The Church Gate

Noted Nest

Updated: Oct 5, 2024

By Kezhakielie Whiso



Beggar woman by the iron church gate

She sits alone and simply waits

In her hands a begging bowl

In her clothes a rotting foul

In her hair those unkempt clumps

At her feet some unclaimed crumbs

The bells of eternity toll

Town folks and tourists simply stroll

A hungry street dog came by her and stood

To give her company and share her food

She is too tired to shoo her away

"Where will she go? I am also stray."

And as the churchman came and locked the gate

She picked herself up to come another date

Where she went that night, I do not know

For 'twas late and I too had to go

Long after the scene was passed, I lay

I lay wondering what made her stay

And if they’d called her in, would that be strange?

Would her invitation have brought some change?

To the church and the beggar by her gate

In my thoughts, she continues to wait


By Kezhakielie Whiso



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