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Love Song of the Mendicant
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I sit by the side
Begging bread for my bowl
I drink thin liquid,
Hoping to sustain me
Is it Egypt
Of long ago,
A curb in Cairo
Or in Rome
Or New York City?
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We dream,
And in our dreams
We look for many things
Gold, perhaps—
More so for love, I think
The love of God
Of one another
Of those we know
And those we knew
Who have been away
For a long while,
Now
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Now
We wake
And everything begins again
We are cast outside
By the world’s demand
To beg for bread
And something cool
To drink
And that, with enough,
We can share with
Others
In our group,
With our family
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